The improved female villains regained their memories.

"Help meow, help meow!!" Qi Feng, unable to transform into wind, was so frightened that he kept burrowing into Yang Pingsheng's arms.

The earthy yellow spiritual energy mixed with yin energy repelled Mu Xiaobai, who was being disturbed by the cold wind. Yang Pingsheng, wearing armor and holding a ring-pommel sword, looked up and saw stars crashing down.

He ignored the black cat's attempt to burrow into his armor, and instead used his spiritual energy to soar through the air, dodging left and right.

"Come here!" Yang Luo shouted. A blizzard descended, and the swirling snow blinded everyone. She waved her hand, blocking the meteor shower.

Under the cover of wind and snow, the father and daughter successfully reunited.

"We have to get out of here!!" Yang Luo shouted. "What's your plan?"

Yang Pingsheng smiled wryly: "I still don't know what happened."

"Wait, wait, I have it!" A black cat head popped out from the chest and meowed, "I know Yang Pingsheng's plan, and I also have all the memories of so many reincarnations, so I know what to do next, meow."

Yang Luo still doesn't know why the system has turned against her, but she has no other choice but to listen for now: "Then hurry up and tell me!!"

"To understand the present, we must explore the past; to change the future, we must understand history, meow!" Qi Feng shouted. "Now all the conditions are in place, only Yang Pingsheng can save Yang Pingsheng, meow!"

Yang Pingsheng: "I don't understand."

Yang Luoyi: "Speak like a human being!!"

Neither the father nor the daughter understood what the cat was saying.

"Use your time manipulation ability to let Yang Pingsheng contact the earliest Yang Pingsheng, meow!" Qi Feng said, "This is the secluded place he left for himself, meow!"

Yang Luoyi didn't understand: "My father isn't from this world."

"It's him, Meow!!" Qi Feng shouted urgently, "The earliest Yang Pingsheng was from the main world. You may not know this history, but believe me, I'm telling the truth, Meow!"

A glint of light flashed in Yang Luoyi's eyes, and he was somewhat astonished. The system was actually telling the truth.

"Are you really helping us?"

"If I don't help you guys, who else should I help, meow? Knowing Yang Pingsheng is the worst thing that could have happened to me, meow."

That's the truth.

"I'll trust you this once!" Yang Luoyi said. "I need to use my powers at that coordinate point. Do you know where the earliest father... Yang Pingsheng was located?"

“I know, he mentioned it to me in casual conversation.”

Qi Feng announced a position.

"It's so far away in the south." Yang Luo gritted his teeth. "Then we'll have to open a portal to get there."

With the starry sky curtain, the Heavenly Dao Grand Array, and the spatial blockade in place, opening a teleportation portal is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

But she still intends to give it a try.

“Now that the icy world has descended, it should be able to delay them for a while.” Yang Luo raised a finger and began to try to tear through space and construct a portal. “I’ll give it my best.”

Yang Pingsheng nodded, and was about to say something when a voice suddenly rang in his mind.

"I'm so cold all my life."

In an instant, he was overwhelmed by the panic that came from his soul. He knew that voice all too well; it was Xiaoyu's voice.

He looked down and, through the layers of snow and mist, saw Xiaoyu leaning against a large tree on the ground, reaching out her hand to him.

He could almost feel her hands, as cold as snow, and the voice in his ear became even more real: "Ping Sheng, don't leave me here, please..."

Her eyes were pleading, and she looked like a little fish, like Shi Yu.

But these things were not enough to disturb his soul.

His pupils trembled violently. His memory was completely empty, but the emotions flowing from his soul still caused his sword soul heart to rupture once again.

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She is most afraid of the cold.

Her family, everything she had, died in the snow.

In her days of longing for the world, her daily anticipation of your warmth is what she waits for.

She would curl up in the blanket you gave her, using the spiritual fire you provided, reading the novel you brought, and giving you an embarrassed smile when you looked over.

It was just something given casually, yet she gave her all for it.

Even Ye Buxin couldn't understand what kind of feelings she had when she said, "But I live for you."

Now, you have no memory of that time anymore, but when her words come back, they somehow manage to weigh on your heart.

"Pingsheng... don't go, it's so cold, I'm so cold. I know that if you leave, you won't come back. I... I really want to be with you, not because of fate, not because of orders, I really want to be with you... If you leave, I have no meaning. Pingsheng, this is not a lie, I really love you without reason."

Her voice was filled with sorrow, especially in the wind and snow.

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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.”

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 her sitting there, her face etched with deep sorrow in the white light.

The snow covered her, obscuring half of her body.

His hoarse throat could not utter a sound at this moment.

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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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The voice rang out again, trembling from the cold, filled with pleading and sorrow.

"Pingsheng, please, hug me, I'm so cold."

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Ye Buxin stepped into the underworld with a blank expression.

Pingsheng, do you like my gift?

If you enjoy playing couples' games so much, I hope you won't regret it.

The affection between husband and wife is the most base of affections, from which all hatred and resentment arise.

Even if you forget your memories, even if you rebuild your soul, sadness will still come like a tide.

This is not the power of fate, but my hidden place.

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Yang Luoyi also discovered that Xiaoyu was not dead, and immediately condensed an ice crystal killing move to target her.

But Yang Pingsheng, who was standing next to her, grabbed her hand: "Wait... wait..."

"What are you waiting for!" Yang Luoyi impatiently flung his hand away. "Could it be that Father... could it be that Yang Pingsheng still intends to keep this troublesome person around?"

"I don't know, please wait a moment, please wait a moment."

He frantically reached out and grabbed at the air, but grasped nothing: "Wait a minute..."

"What are you waiting for, Yang Pingsheng? Let me tell you, you..."

When Yang Luo turned her head and saw Yang Pingsheng, she was stunned.

She saw that resilient heart was riddled with cracks.

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Emotions without memory are more frightening than fear itself.

She stands there, seducing your emotions, but you realize you know nothing about it.

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He heard someone tell him a sad story.

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Long, long ago, a girl who was afraid of the cold met a boy who could bring her warmth. On many snowy days that terrified her, the boy would brave the wind and snow to keep her company. Later, they raised a cat together named Cloud. They often fed the cat together and went to see the scenery in the valley. The girl loved to lie on the boy's back; it made her feel safe and secure, and it also made her unafraid of the wind and snow. Later, because of some things, because of someone, they could no longer be like before. The girl desperately wanted to keep the boy, but he chased after someone else. He ran too fast, and the girl could only see his back.

What happened to the girl and the cat afterward?

"The cat died; it never got to be petted by the boy. The girl died too; she stood in the snow, waiting for the boy to turn back and find her."

"Hasn't he come back?"

"He's back, but he's too late."

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"And so from then on, the boy and the girl became entangled in a tragic love affair."

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【Xi Jun - Zhou Jinyu】

Yang Pingsheng stroked the tombstone, leaving her forever in the winter she disliked.

To bury everything is to relinquish everything.

"Senior sister."