The improved female villains regained their memories.

Yang Pingsheng turned his head and saw the worry welling up in Wen Shihan's eyes, and understood what was going on.

She didn't know which path people should take, nor did she care about the merger of Taixu. All she knew was that, according to Wang Xu, neither Ye Buxin nor her former brother had chosen a good path. Perhaps this was the path they each wanted to take, even if the final outcome was not good.

Wen Shihan was worried about this. Whether it was the ancient sages of the human race or Wang Xu, they all had arrangements and grand plans in mind. But in those arrangements and grand plans, would they care about how Yang Pingsheng was doing?

They may care, or they may not.

But Wen Shihan must care.

Yang Pingsheng smiled and comforted him, "Xiao Han, I didn't understand what Guiguzi meant by those two paths."

Ye Buxin doesn't understand, and his past self understands even less.

He felt that Wen Shihan was thinking about these things too early, but Wen Shihan didn't think so.

She said almost forcefully, "Even if my brother has no memories, even if he has gone through so many reincarnations, he is still my brother. His essence will not change. Once you remember..."

She dared not continue, and could only offer her opinion: "If that's the case, I'd rather you hadn't remembered."

She didn't care about the main world, the human way, or saving the villains anymore. Anyway, Ye Buxin was now the Heavenly Way, and Tai Xu was coming over to take care of things. She could just take her brother and go to their place. At worst, they could just disappear together. It wasn't a big deal.

Yang Pingsheng asked, "If we really do that, what will happen to the child?"

He pointed to the room, where the former Yang Pingsheng was fast asleep.

For the first time, Wen Shihan was caught in a dilemma, and his words became somewhat hesitant: "He is also an older brother, so..."

Yang Pingsheng said, "He will eventually lose to Ye Buxin, and in the end, he will become me."

The black flames twisted and turned, unsure whether they should burn.

Wen Shihan gritted her teeth. Both the past and the present were her brothers. How should she choose?

Her thoughts drifted back to the past.

She returned to her first meeting with Yang Pingsheng.

"I don't care about the past, it's okay if I die."

The ruthless one gave her answer.

She looked at Yang Pingsheng and said, "The person I know now is my elder brother, so if my past elder brother is getting in the way of my present elder brother..."

"...He might as well be dead."

A gentle evening breeze blew by.

The brother and sister looked at each other, remaining silent for a long time.

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After that day, Wen Shihan's contact with the boy suddenly decreased.

Using the excuse of investigating the Ghost Valley Sect and learning more about the world, she began to leave early and return late.

The boy saw her less and less often; most of the time, apart from the meals she prepared in advance, he only saw her fleeting back view.

"Sir, does my sister not like me anymore?"

One day, the boy, who was learning to read, suddenly looked up and asked Yang Pingsheng.

"...Is that so?" Yang Pingsheng put down the book in his hand and looked at the boy.

"Yes, I can tell that my sister doesn't want to talk to me."

Was I always this perceptive of others in the past? Yang Pingsheng wondered to himself, or is it just that children this age are naturally this sensitive?

He thought of himself in the mecha world. Back then, he seemed to be just like that. When he was with his senior, he took her every word and action very seriously.

A single word, a single gesture, a single glance can overwhelm him with thoughts, causing him to toss and turn in bed.

"Sir?" Seeing that Yang Pingsheng did not answer for a long time, the boy asked again.

“She doesn’t dislike you.” Yang Pingsheng snapped out of his daze and looked at him, saying, “She’s just…too busy.”

I'm so busy I don't dare face it.

He knew Wen Shihan well; it was impossible for her to say she hated boys. She just didn't know what to do, so she could only resort to her most foolish method: trying to get closer to the Guigu Sect.

But nothing in this world is ever that simple.

Of course he knew that she was just saying things in anger that day. The boy was him. If the boy died, he would also disappear. How could Wen Shihan disregard the boy's life?

She simply couldn't accept that future would come—her brother regaining all his memories and resolutely embarking on the path Wang Xu had spoken of, his fate unknown.

Yang Pingsheng couldn't give her any assurances, since he himself didn't know what that path was, let alone what would happen to him after merging all his memories.

Therefore, Wen Shihan got angry.

She was constantly busy, frantically gathering information about this world, cultivating, and trying other immortal techniques.

She wanted to solve this problem.

Yang Pingsheng looked at the light shining in the boy's eyes and continued:

"Everyone has their own things to do, and it's wrong to always get caught up in other people's feelings."

The light flickered for a moment, then quickly faded into obscurity.

“But sir, my sister and you are both very important people to me,” the boy said. “I don’t want you to hate me.”

Yang Pingsheng asked, "So if we hate you, will you stop living?"

The boy said, "I will live, but I don't know who I will live for."

"Live for yourself."

“...I don’t understand, sir.”

The words floated in mid-air, light and airy.

But to Yang Pingsheng, it sounded very heavy.

“I don’t understand, sir.”

He truly didn't understand.

I don't understand who I'm living for, or how I should live.

Recalling what he had seen in the past from Wang Xu, even knowing that the person in front of him was himself, Yang Pingsheng's tone softened a little.

He reached out and ruffled the boy's hair, saying, "You'll understand."

"Does the gentleman also live for himself?" the boy asked, his head bowed and his voice muffled.

"I..." Yang Pingsheng was about to answer, but he was also stunned.

Does he live for himself?

Yes, but it also seems like no.

He is...

There was no sound for a long time. The boy looked up in surprise and saw that the man was standing there, just like him, looking around in confusion.

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Dawn breaks in the east; the sun is about to rise.

Yang Pingsheng sat on the cliff all night.

Wen Shihan did not return tonight, but he sent a message to Yang Pingsheng, saying that he was going to the Jixia Academy in Qi and would return in three days.

He replied with a "be careful" message, and then sat there for the rest of the night.

The wind rustled through the mountains and forests, and the mountains echoed in response. The autumn wind swept up the withered leaves, and as far as the eye could see, everything was barren and desolate.

Yang Pingsheng has no family.

Born with physical defects, they were cured by the system and marked as chess pieces.

The senior students and students I met were all the same person; from the very beginning, they were his pawns in his game of chess.

After he died, he followed the system, life after life, encountering various female villains.

Then comes retirement, the villains come looking for him, and war breaks out in the main world...

From beginning to end, he was the unmoving pawn, pushed forward by the torrent of fate and his past self.

He was alive, yet it was as if he had long since died.

Or perhaps, ever since his past self lost to Ye Buxin, he has never truly lived.

Who is standing here now?

Is she a human chess piece, a villain, Ye Buxin's confidant, or the love interest of some villain?

Is it humble or noble, insignificant or destined for fame?

To waver or to move forward firmly?

Is he mediocre or outstanding?

Yang Pingsheng reached out and touched the radiant sunrise.

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My sister didn't come back for the next few days.

But the boy noticed a change in his husband.

He seemed much closer to him, but he still didn't answer that question from that day.

The boy could sense the warmth emanating from the man, and he liked him very much.

But........

He noticed that Xiao Hei was sighing more and more often. Many times, the master was looking at him, while Xiao Hei was looking at the master.

He cannot ignore it.

Because he could also sense the confusion in the man's eyes when he looked at him.

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The gentleman took him into the city.

In the city, the man took him to eat a lot of delicious food and bought him many interesting little gadgets.