The improved female villains regained their memories.

Wuyun is the cat she and her junior brother raised together.

Although the junior brother said he didn't like cats, he would always follow her whenever she came to feed Wuyun.

Time on Yunmeng Mountain is monotonous and dull, consisting mainly of cultivation and classes. However, the time spent watching the dark clouds with my junior brother makes it less boring.

She didn't particularly like cats either.

But on that day, she saw the cat stuck in a crevice between the rocks and felt a pang of pity.

She thought of herself, and of her family members who were buried in the snow.

Life is so difficult; even a civet cat struggles in adversity.

If only someone could lend a hand.

If someone...

So she began feeding the clouds, without fail, every single day.

Confined to Wangtianya, she could not come and go freely, so she could only entrust this matter to her junior brother.

Because he once said that he would get a share.

They made this agreement without even realizing it.

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The snow outside is getting heavy.

She lay on her junior brother's back, enveloped in spiritual energy that shielded her from the wind and snow.

It's not cold at all.

She was in the snow, yet she felt no cold.

Zhou Jinyu gently leaned her head against him and whispered, "Junior brother, thank you."

Yang Pingsheng exhaled a breath of cold air, his tone still calm: "Senior Sister, are we setting off?"

"Ah."

The sound of the wind suddenly grew louder.

The scene before my eyes changed rapidly: cliffs, trees, white clouds, wind and snow... all flashed by quickly, leaving afterimages.

Her body trembled, and her hands began to tighten uncontrollably. She felt a little panicked, wondering if she had hurt her junior brother, but he didn't say anything and remained as still as a rock.

Snow pierced through the unstable spiritual energy shield and landed on his head.

Zhou Jinyu stared intently, then suddenly said, "Junior Brother."

The sound of the wind subsided, and Yang Pingsheng stopped and stood on the steep mountain road.

"Senior Sister." He didn't turn around, his tone steady, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Jinyu finally understood; she finally knew why she had been so confused.

From childhood to adulthood, she had heard many voices: panicked, angry, arguing, defiant... Without exception, these voices carried fluctuating emotions, and each time they rang out, they foreshadowed something bad coming.

But Yang Pingsheng did not.

He was always so calm, as if all the difficulties didn't exist for him.

She recalled a time when Yang Pingsheng lay on the ground covered in wounds from training his body. She cautiously approached him and asked if he needed treatment. At that time, he answered in a calm voice:

"It's alright, senior sister."

The tone was flat and monotonous, eerily calm.

"I'm used to it."

Zhou Jinyu lowered her head and hugged Yang Pingsheng tightly.

"Senior Sister?"

"Um......"

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just... thank you, you've done so much for me."

"It's ok."

The answer remained calm.

Like snow, it is silent and still.

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The scene is changing rapidly.

Perhaps due to the spiritual energy, she did not feel cold.

In a daze, she seemed to return to that snowy night, using all her strength to stuff warm clothes into her younger brother's arms.

But after the snowstorm, she woke up alone; everyone else remained there forever.

Sure enough, she hates snowy days.

She hated it no matter what.

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Upon reaching the place where the dark clouds were hidden, Yang Pingsheng put Zhou Jinyu down.

The snow was thick and heavy. Zhou Jinyu called out softly, and a black head peeked out from the white ground.

"Meow~"

Upon seeing that it was Zhou Jinyu, it meowed and darted out of the snow, heading straight for her feet.

After feeding Wuyun, Zhou Jinyu sat under the tree with it in her arms. Yang Pingsheng stood beside her and asked, "Should we take it back?"

Zhou Jinyu shook her head, and after a moment of looking up, she seemed to see something and said, "Junior brother, can you help me get that?"

Yang Pingsheng looked in the direction she was pointing and saw a pink azalea standing tall on the mountain cliff, its head protruding menacingly in the blizzard.

It exudes spiritual energy, clearly having been nourished by it for a long time and thus becoming a spiritual medicine.

"it is good."

Yang Pingsheng's spiritual energy was highly skilled; he climbed up in a few steps, picked azaleas, and returned a few steps later, handing the pink flowers to Zhou Jinyu. She whispered a thank you, took the flowers, and stared at them intently.

After a long while, she finally asked, "Junior brother, can you give me this flower?"

Yang Pingsheng subconsciously replied, "It was originally a gift for you."

Zhou Jinyu smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll take it as a gift from you."

Yang Pingsheng didn't understand. If it's a gift, it's a gift. Why is it being treated as if he gave it to her?

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Before he could figure out the connection, Zhou Jinyu suddenly leaned over, put her whole body on him, and placed one hand on his chest.

The dark clouds looked up, their mouths agape.

Her slender, jade-like fingers traced across her chest, and suddenly a talisman appeared at her fingertips, sticking tightly to the spot.

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“I should have died for others long ago, but now I want to try living for others.”

“Junior brother, if you accept this talisman, I will live for you from now on.”

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The moment the fake body returned, there was a knock on the door.

Yang Pingsheng got up, opened the door, and Zhou Jinyu was still standing there.

"Senior sister, have all the guests been seen off?"

"They've all been seen off. Senior Brother can't hold his liquor and drank only spirit wine, so I had to take his place." She smiled. "Junior Brother, you don't mind if I come in, do you?"

"Please, senior sister."

The divine fire dispelled the darkness and illuminated everything.

Although it was Yang Pingsheng's room, Zhou Jinyu acted as if she were the real owner. She skillfully took out the spiritual tea from the cabinet, brewed it, and served it to Yang Pingsheng.

"Drink this. I saw you drank quite a bit of spirit wine tonight."

"Thank you, senior sister."

As the two sat facing each other, Yang Pingsheng knew in the instant their eyes met that they should continue their conversation from last night.

He simply said directly, "Senior sister, Ye Buxin is my confidante, you should understand that."

Zhou Jinyu didn't speak, and silently drank her tea.

Yang Pingsheng added, "If your condition for providing help is that I and she break up, then senior sister, please allow me to refuse."

Zhou Jinyu remained silent.

Now, Yang Pingsheng was at a loss for words.

He silently sipped his tea, waiting for Zhou Jinyu to speak.

The water in the teacup rippled, and Zhou Jinyu looked down at it, as if she could see that snowy day.

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Their breaths mingled, indistinguishable, but Yang Pingsheng was the first to react, grabbing Zhou Jinyu's hand and taking a step back.

"Senior sister, why bother?"

Zhou Jinyu was taken aback by his junior brother's reaction and asked, somewhat stunned, "You're refusing?"

Yang Pingsheng's composure was suddenly shattered. In that instant, his voice was just like those voices in Zhou Jinyu's memory—excited, uneasy, angry, panicked... But in the end, he restrained himself, and his eyes returned to calm.

"Senior sister, I don't need anyone to live for me."

Zhou Jinyu stared blankly, then suddenly realized something from his eyes, and at that moment, her inner feelings surged forth.

It turned out to be the case.

It turned out to be the case.