The improved female villains regained their memories.

"Besides, I'm still your older brother. There's no reason for siblings to be together in the world. That's just how it is. Xiaohan, you will become more and more outstanding, and you will meet someone worthy of entrusting your life to. So, don't worry about me. I will take good care of myself."

"Dragons play with dragons, phoenixes play with phoenixes, and mice play with mice. Little Han, what you want, I can't give you, so I won't be a burden to you. You are a dragon and phoenix soaring in the sky, and I am a mortal ant crawling on the ground, but I will bless you."

No, I don't want your blessing.

After escorting Yang Pingsheng back to his room, Wen Shihan stood in the courtyard, gazing at the starry sky.

Why can't we be together? Why do we have to separate?

I don't care about siblings or husband and wife; all those superficial things are irrelevant. What I want is for us to be together forever.

Why do I, Wen Shihan, cultivate? Why did I embark on this path? If I am the only one who reaches the summit, what is the point of my journey?

This is not the path for Wen Shihan!

If death must separate us in the future, I hope I die before you, because I cannot bear a world without you.

Otherwise, otherwise!!

Otherwise, how can I prove my love for you?!

Blood dripped slowly from the pierced palm, burning with black flames.

Once the flame is lit, it burns endlessly and never goes out.

That was Wen Shihan's true obsession.

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The power of rules descended, enveloping this space.

Darkness appeared out of thin air before the two of them, followed by the established rules, awaiting their signatures.

Yang Ping trembled with anger: "Wen Shihan, Wen Shihan..."

“Bai Ze responded to me, I knew it.” Wen Shihan smiled: “As expected, it would agree to use the Soul Dispersion as collateral.”

She walked slowly to Yang Pingsheng's side, and under Qi Feng's horrified gaze, she took Yang Pingsheng's trembling hand and said gently, "Brother, once the Realm of Rules descends, it will not disappear without confirming the rules, so let's not waste any more time and sign under this rule."

"Wen Shihan, how could you do this?! How could you do this?!" Yang Pingsheng grabbed her hand suddenly, his emotions pouring out like a flood. "How could you be so shameless and disrespectful?"

"Alright, brother, sign it."

"I won't sign! I could never sign something like this, and I would never use you as a sacrifice for my path!"

"...Brother, you're saying this because you have a premonition that you'll have to sacrifice yourself if you choose this path, right?"

"........"

"Since sacrifice is inevitable, why can't it be me?"

"This is my path, what's it to you?"

“I was wrong, brother, I was wrong…” Wen Shihan laughed. “As long as it’s your business, it has something to do with me.”

Yang Pingsheng took a deep breath and gritted his teeth, saying, "Wen Shihan, if you die and I survive, and end up with those female villains, is that the result you want to see?"

“Of course not.” Wen Shihan shook his head and smiled, “But I know that if I die because of this, my brother will never forget me again, nor will he be at ease with those people.”

"you!!!!!!"

“Brother, this is my love for you. I can give everything for you, including my life. But at the same time, I also hope to receive everything from you, including your guilt towards me in the second half of your life and your unforgettable memories of me.”

She spoke softly, in a way that sent chills down your spine.

"Love is such a great selfishness."

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For a long, long time.

Yang Pingsheng closed his eyes.

He looked as if he had aged ten years, or as if he had lost all fighting spirit, and said:

"Okay, I'll sign."

Chapter 690 Eternal Love

The snow on the ground was already above ankle height, pure white and flawless, like a huge white velvet blanket spread across every inch of the forest.

A pale light appeared on the horizon, the night gradually faded, and dawn quietly arrived. The snow seemed to sense this new life force and began to fall again.

A red sun slowly rose from the horizon, its rays, like golden threads, filtering through layers of branches and the lingering morning mist, and falling onto the snow.

Wherever the sunlight shines, the snow begins to shimmer with dazzling light, like countless tiny diamonds scattered among it.

Yang Pingsheng stayed outside all night, and it wasn't until he saw the sun that his stiff body began to move.

It wasn't that he had had enough of sitting there, but rather that he felt his past self rising up.

The boy had finished washing up and came out of the room. He saw Yang Pingsheng standing there and hurriedly ran over: "Sir, why didn't you and my sister sleep all night?"

"I need to talk to your older sister about something."

Yang Pingsheng glanced at Wen Shihan, who was standing in the shadows. The girl's silent figure stood under the eaves, her gaze fixed on him, refusing to look away for even a moment.

The boy thought for a moment and asked, "Did you and your sister have a fight, sir?"

"No, why do you ask that?"

"I feel, I feel that you and my sister seem to have some kind of conflict."

Was I this perceptive in the past?

Yang Pingsheng replied, "There are disagreements, but that doesn't mean we had a fight."

"Why would there be conflict if we don't argue?" Xiao Yangping seemed confused.

"Conflicts arise because we care too much about each other. It's not only when we're far apart that we experience heartbreak; sometimes, being too close to each other can actually make conflicts more likely."

The boy scratched his head and said, "Sir, I don't understand this, but I don't want you and my sister to be like this. You both care about each other and about me. I don't want you to have any conflicts."

A cold wind howled, and Yang Pingsheng smiled and squatted down in front of the boy.

"Who taught you that?"

"It was my own idea."

"It's not good to lie."

"........"

The boy's eyes darted away, his gaze drifting towards Wen Shihan in the distance.

Yang Pingsheng didn't care at all and said, "Actually, I'm also confused right now. Maybe I shouldn't be teaching you, but you should be teaching me."

"Oh, shall I teach you, sir?"

"Hmm, aren't you quite perceptive? It just so happens that the gentleman has a question he can't figure out and would like to ask you about it."

"Sir, you asked..."

".......never mind."

Yang Pingsheng smiled, stood up, and patted his head: "It's okay, let's go have breakfast."

He was overthinking things, actually wanting to ask a child.

Even if the person in front of you is your past self, they are still a child.

As he took his hand and led him into the house, he was filled with emotion.

What kind of road is this?

Perhaps he was wrong from the very beginning. Qi Feng was right. No matter the past, present, or future, that person is always him. Even without memories, even after countless reincarnations, his essence, Yang Pingsheng, is still here.

Perhaps the purpose of returning is not to change the child, but to change him.

He subconsciously looked at Wen Shihan again, and sure enough, the girl's eyes were only for him.

He sent a telepathic message to Wen Shihan: "Xiaohan, let's go for a walk."

Wen Shihan was moved and looked at him.

Yang Pingsheng transmitted his voice again: "Let's go for a walk. It seems like I've never walked with you before."

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In his memory, he seemed to have never had any unforgettable moments with Wen Shihan.

He was with the other female villains either under the starry sky, in the snowy night, in front of the blooming fireworks, or in front of the surging tide, but with Wen Shihan, it seems that he never made any kind of promise with her in any kind of setting.

Their relationship is intertwined in everyday life, more ordinary than others, but also more enduring.

Wen Shihan stood beside Yang Pingsheng, her long black hair like black silk, flowing smoothly over her shoulders. Each strand seemed meticulously styled, shimmering with a glossy sheen in the dim light. When a cool breeze gently blew by, her black hair would flutter and swirl around her, adding to her graceful and ethereal beauty.

“Brother, where are we going?” she asked.

"I want to visit Tianren Mountain in this world. Will you come with me?"

"That child..."

"Qi Feng, please take care of things. We'll be there and back quickly; it'll only take half a day."

"Ok."

Yang Pingsheng reached out and took Wen Shihan's hand.

Wen Shihan looked at him with some surprise: "Brother?"

Yang Pingsheng suddenly smiled and said softly, "Use the True Traces of the Great Dao, it will be faster this way."

"It's such a waste for my brother to use this after all that effort. Let's use spiritual energy instead..."

"It's alright, using it on us won't be a waste."

He smiled, gripped her hand tightly, and said, "Hold on tight, we're coming."

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The sky was as clear as a mirror, and the earth was covered in silver. The highest mountain stood like a majestic giant between heaven and earth, towering into the clouds. Its peak pierced the sky, and its outline appeared even more austere and majestic against the backdrop of the swirling snow.

The snow on the mountain was unimaginably thick; every inch of rock was buried in white snow, as if it were wearing a thick layer of armor.

Near the summit, a fierce wind howled, swirling snowflakes into a frenzy. Here, the snow no longer fell gently, but rather resembled countless white arrows, darting wildly through the wind.