The improved female villains regained their memories.

He wasn't really interested in these things, but he was happy that his husband was willing to buy them for him.

When he came home in the evening, his husband asked him, "Are you happy today?"

He nodded vigorously: "Happy."

"If I weren't there, and you were all alone, would you still be happy?"

The boy thought for a moment and then shook his head.

He didn't want these things. He was happy because someone like his husband cared about him. He would have been even happier if his sister had come along.

That was his answer, but I could see deep thought in his eyes.

After arriving home, he taught him to read as usual. During this process, he suddenly said, "If you learn it, your older sister and I will be very happy."

The boy immediately smiled and said, "Okay, I'll try my best!"

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On the third day after my sister left, the problem with my naturally immortal body flared up again.

This time it's vision.

For a boy, his greatest fear is being deprived of his sight.

He can tolerate not being able to hear or speak, but he cannot accept not being able to see.

The darkness made him feel lonely; in those blurry shapes, it seemed as if he were the only one there.

The pain from the immortal body forced him to endure it, trembling and afraid to utter a sound.

That hand reached out and took his hand.

“If you’re scared, it’s okay to shout.” He heard his husband’s voice.

The boy shook his head and didn't shout.

He was afraid that his husband would despise him and eventually abandon him.

He was so sensitive that he could never forget the old beggar's words: "Look at your body, you're always getting sick, no wonder your family doesn't want you anymore."

He feared that this rare warmth would disappear forever, leaving him all alone again.

The gentleman seemed to have noticed, but he didn't say anything.

The man stayed with him until the very end that day.

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It's been five days, and the boy has recovered, but his older sister still hasn't returned.

The gentleman said that there had been some unexpected issues with what his sister wanted to do, and she might have to wait a few more days.

The boy was actually quite afraid to hear those words, but he still nodded and said okay.

That evening, the man went out on business, leaving only him and Xiao Hei in the room.

He asked Xiao Hei, "Xiao Hei, will my sister come back?"

Xiao Hei replied, "Of course."

"why?"

"That's because you're here, of course."

The boy nodded and smiled shyly.

Xiao Hei sighed, walked over, and licked the back of his hand.

It said, "No matter what, at least I'm with you, in the past, present, and future..."

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Winter is here.

The snow fell gently, and the first snow arrived as promised.

The man sat opposite him, his breath coming out white and condensing into a ball.

"You don't have a name yet, right?"

The boy nodded.

"Then, I'll give you a name."

He reached out and wrote stroke by stroke in front of the boy.

"I don't know how to answer the question you asked me. I think you'll have to find the answer yourself."

He pushed the written name to the boy to see.

"From now on, your name will be Yang Pingsheng."

Chapter 684 The meaning of my life lies in my confidants

The spring breeze dispersed the winter snow, and the branches of the spirit tree were laden with crystal-clear spirit fruits, emitting an enticing fragrance.

The fruits were vibrant and luscious, some as dazzling as rubies, others as green as jade. Beneath the trees grew lush immortal herbs, their leaves delicate and glistening, each one seemingly carved from the purest jade, swaying gently in the breeze.

Lin Feng passed by, glanced at the scene, and casually plucked many spiritual fruits.

He wasn't interested in these things, but Yang Pingsheng loved to eat them.

Immortals have different methods, but for those who have mastered the power of spiritual energy, not eating is a very common thing.

Lin Feng disliked this. It's rare for a person to live this one lifetime, and the pleasure of eating is a blessing. It's not worth taking away a blessing for the sake of cultivation.

Therefore, he would always try to persuade Yang Pingsheng to eat something, but Yang Pingsheng would always refuse, except for this spiritual fruit.

He really liked eating this fruit.

As the spring breeze arrived, he stopped in Yang Pingsheng's courtyard and pushed open the door to enter.

Most people live in caves, but he was the exception, building a small courtyard on the edge of a cliff.

He pushed open the door with practiced ease and saw that Yang Pingsheng was unusually not cultivating or organizing tasks, but was sitting in a chair in a daze.

"It's rare to see you taking a break like me today?" he said, somewhat surprised.

Yang Pingsheng looked at him: "I had a dream."

"Is it your older sister again?"

"Ah."

Lin Feng shook his head helplessly, finding it somewhat amusing.

“Don’t you only have your husband in your memories? Now in your dream, your husband is still the same husband, but there’s an older sister too.” He spread his hands. “This doesn’t contradict each other. A dream is a dream, and a memory is a memory. This only shows that you want an older sister.”

He practically keeps saying how much you need love.

Yang Pingsheng remained silent.

He thought about it for a long time before saying, "Maybe."

Lin Feng tossed him the spirit fruit, which he naturally accepted.

Click—

It was refreshing, crisp, and sweet. He took a bite, then a second, and a third.

Lin Feng didn't bring any wine this time because he had serious business to discuss with Yang Pingsheng.

He briefly described the findings of his investigation, then said, "That's it. Whether you want to leave or not is up to you."

This is their only chance to escape the Linlang Sect.

"There's such a mission?" Yang Pingsheng asked, somewhat surprised. "Isn't the Linlang Sect afraid that the Guigu Sect will remove the Gu worms from the infiltrators' bodies if they send someone to infiltrate the Guigu Sect?"

“Who knows? Maybe they’ll use even more powerful Gu worms on the undercover agent, which is why I said, ‘It’s up to you.’” Lin Feng said.

Although he already knew Yang Pingsheng's answer.

Yang Pingsheng stood there lost in thought, and Lin Feng did not disturb him, waiting quietly.

He watched as the spring breeze blew the peach blossoms, which fell onto the person; the pale pink color was dazzling.

“Then I’ll go.” He did indeed say that.

Lin Feng nodded with a smile, but felt a surge of irritation inside.

Isn't it good to be free and unrestrained?

Why must we seek answers for our own lives?

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It seems like a long, long time ago, I was like this too, right?

At that time, he, like Yang Pingsheng, was pondering the meaning of his life.

At that time, he, like Yang Pingsheng, hoped to meet someone who could save him.

There are many things to hope for in life.

I wish for wealth and prosperity, I wish for peace and safety, I wish for success and recognition, I wish to find my love...

I hope my life will be full of ups and downs, but without any danger.

At that time, he didn't have many hopes; his hopes were faint and humble.

Seeing Yang Pingsheng deep in thought, he suddenly remembered it again.

It wasn't that he deliberately tried to forget; the problem was never him.

It's the person in front of me.

The person he had watched as a child now stood before him, unchanged, and unrecognizable.

He had tried to probe him many times, but even now, he didn't know whether the man didn't want to talk about it or was truly unaware.

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A gentle spring breeze was blowing; it was a spring that had just broken through the harshness of winter.

The bitter cold of winter is wiped away, and the warmth of spring breeze arrives.