The improved female villains regained their memories.

Fusu spoke with the Meng family members for a while, then noticed Yang Pingsheng standing there. He walked over and nodded to Yang Pingsheng, asking, "Junior brother, are you feeling better?"

Yang Pingsheng shook his head: "I wasn't injured."

If his illness hadn't come on so suddenly, he would have already defeated Qi Pengju in a one-on-one fight.

Fusu nodded, glanced at Ye Buxin standing not far away, remained silent for a long time, and then said to Yang Pingsheng, "She's awake."

Yang Pingsheng said, "Hmm."

Fusu said, "There's something I want to tell you."

Fusu jumped between topics very quickly, first talking about Ye Buxin, then wanting to talk about other things, leaving Yang Pingsheng somewhat unable to keep up.

He suddenly understood what Fusu was worried about and wanted to reiterate the importance of a confidant, but the fear in his heart inexplicably surged up again.

So he used a clever soundproofing technique and said to Fusu, "Senior Brother, please speak."

“Junior brother, I can no longer see through Ye Buxin’s fate. Now, not only our fate, but the fate of the world is also in chaos and uncertain.”

Fusu stopped there, and Yang Pingsheng noticed the pain and struggle on his face, so he asked, "What is Senior Brother trying to say?"

He doesn't understand fate, and if Fusu were to talk about fate, he might not understand.

All the turmoil turned into sorrow. Fusu forced a smile and said to Yang Pingsheng, "I can't see your senior sister's fate."

"Can't see it?" Yang Pingsheng asked.

"Yes, you can't see anymore. In this situation, you either die or your fate is taken away. If it's the former, there's nothing to say. If it's the latter, then you might as well die." This Qingfeng Mingyue said something that sent chills down one's spine.

Yang Pingsheng said, "My senior sister is very nice. We separated before, and I asked her to stay with me..."

His words trailed off mid-air.

At this moment, Yang Pingsheng stood frozen like a stone. He knew that all his words had lost their meaning, but he still said, "She told me that you were in danger, but it was Nangong Qingyang who told her that you were in danger. I did have my doubts before, and I may have been a little harsh and hurt her feelings, so she came to save you alone. But I was worried about her. I... I don't know if I was worried or not. I placed a spatial mark on her. She was in danger, so I saved her."

The words gradually became hollow, slowly losing all emotion: "Then we encountered men in black. They said they had captured Ye Buxin and wanted me to exchange her for the heads of the Ghost Valley disciples. Of course, I couldn't listen to them, so I extracted their memories and followed them all the way here, wanting to rescue Ye Buxin. Before I came, I told my senior sister to wait for me. She said okay, that she would wait for me no matter how long it took, that as long as I returned, she would wait no matter how long it took..."

Fusu stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.

He didn't offer any comfort or say anything extra; he simply patted her on the shoulder.

This slap seemed to bring Yang Pingsheng to life; he suddenly rushed out like an arrow released from a bow.

This land is still imbued with special energy, allowing people to teleport in from the outside, but no spatial activity is allowed inside, so he can only run.

He seemed to have burned away all his spiritual energy, streaking across the night sky like a shooting star.

The sounds of fighting and chaos seemed to have nothing to do with him. Logically, he should be checking the intelligence with Fusu and figuring out what was happening here.

But at this moment, he didn't care about anything else.

Was it fear? Yes, it was fear. That fear was like darkness, devouring him until only his shell remained, leaving nothing else.

He fell from mid-air, stumbled and fell on the snow, then struggled to get up.

Zhou Jinyu was there.

She really is still waiting for him there.

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Why is blood as cold as snow?

As dawn breaks, it pierces the night sky, its orange-red color resembling a ball of fire.

The wind whispered in my ear, carrying with it Zhou Jinyu's words from years ago.

“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.”

Yes, you keep saying you live for me, but that night, I didn't accept your talisman.

Senior sister, you are so outstanding and so wonderful, why do you have to live for me?

Yang Pingsheng tried to move his lips, but they were dry, cold, and stiff. No matter how he tried, he couldn't make a sound.

He saw Zhou Jinyu sitting there, and when the sunlight shone on her, she seemed to be smiling.

The snow covered her, shielding her from the arrow wound.

His hoarse throat finally produced a sound.

"Senior sister, I'm late."

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Zhou Jinyu is dead.

In such times, many people die every day, including heroes and ordinary people. The bones of the dead rot on the ground, and the flesh rots in the soil. Heaven and earth take them away.

Yang Pingsheng held Zhou Jinyu in his arms and sat down against the tree.

What mood should he be expressing right now?

He didn't love her, but he didn't want her to die. She was so good; she didn't deserve to die for him.

No one taught him about feelings, no one taught him about love. From the beginning, their marriage was a mistake. He didn't want to be husband and wife with Zhou Jinyu. People may have many relationships, but for Yang Pingsheng, one confidant was enough.

But now that his wife is dead, what should he do as a husband? Should he be sad? Angry? What kind of emotion should he show now?

"Senior sister..."

At that moment, he was terrified. Fear completely engulfed him from head to toe. He didn't know why he was afraid; he just trembled while holding Zhou Jinyu's corpse.

He started to overthink, thinking about their experiences, how they met, how his senior sister was always good to him, and how he had done a lot for her. She said he had done a lot for her, but the truth was, it was his senior sister who had done a lot.

Her love was so direct and passionate. He didn't like her love, but he couldn't accept the current outcome.

My senior sister's ending shouldn't be like this. How could such a good person like her die like this?

She is Zhou Jinyu, the third senior sister of the Guigu Sect, the spokesperson for business ethics, the sworn sister of Fusu, and one of the few people in the world who can truly confide in Yang Pingsheng.

How could someone like that die like that?

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Yang Pingsheng stiffly touched her face, looking at the thing she was clutching tightly in her hand, which he couldn't pry open. Her long hair was scattered in the snow, adding a touch of color.

He just stared at her like that. For so long, as her husband, he had never really looked at his wife's face properly. Now that he was looking at her openly, she became shy instead.

He said, "Senior sister, you are very good, really very good, but I don't know how to face you. You shouldn't have died. Dying like this is not like you."

"Should I... not say these things now? But I don't know what to say. Senior sister, if you were still here, you could give me advice."

"Otherwise, who can tell me what to do now?"

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The two walked to the edge of the formation. As they parted, Zhou Jinyu suddenly said, "Junior brother, can I hug you?"

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So, Yang Pingsheng held her in his arms.

Only then did Yang Pingsheng realize that he had only hugged his senior sister when he said goodbye.

Over the years, as husband and wife, they have never hugged, never gone shopping together, never shared their hobbies, and never talked all night.

Even Yang Pingsheng addressed her as "Senior Sister," never calling her "Jinyu."

They are a married couple.

They are the most incompetent couple in the world.

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Now, my senior sister is leaving again.

Yang Pingsheng said goodbye with a hug.

He stroked his senior sister's hair repeatedly, staring blankly, and said in an almost growling voice:

"Senior sister, in the next life, please don't love me anymore."

"In your next life, live for yourself."

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The rituals of handwashing, sharing food, and drinking from the same cup—it turns out that they once forged a very important contract.

When a single hair of one of theirs becomes entangled and bound together, the entire fate of the relationship is sealed.

He drank glass after glass of wine, stubbornly refusing to look at the red, but instead looking at the fleeting green.

Why is Senior Sister crying?

"I'm fine, Pingsheng. I just saw you were upset."

"Don't worry, senior sister. Now that I've made my choice, I won't regret it."

A confidante and a wife can coexist, but the most important person in one's heart is definitely not someone that can coexist.

My heart is both vast and small, capable of holding everything, and small enough to hold only one person.

Once you've made a choice, you can't go back on your word, even if you decide you don't want it anymore.

so.......

Yang Pingsheng, do you regret it now?

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Should he regret it?

He ignored her love and shattered her sincerity with his cold response.

Should he regret it?

He was so devoted to his confidante that he completely neglected his responsibilities as a husband.

Should he regret it?

He never fully trusted his wife, even abandoning her here to devote himself entirely to saving his confidant.

Back then, if it weren't for Ye Buxin, he wouldn't have been able to be with her.

If that's the case, then what has he to regret?