The improved female villains regained their memories.

The sky outside the window was already bright, and the soft morning light shone through the gauze curtains into the room, casting long patches of light on the floor.

Jiang Mo was still in a daze, wondering what time it was, but his consciousness was shrouded in a thin mist, and he was reluctant to fully wake up.

She should have been thinking about more important questions, such as who she was and why she had woken up in this unfamiliar room. But these thoughts only skimmed through her mind like dragonflies touching the water, and she easily brushed them aside the next second.

Her body acted faster than her mind. Barefoot, she walked across the cool wooden floor and effortlessly made her way to the wardrobe against the wall, as if she had repeated this action a thousand times before.

Today is a special day.

Yes, she's going on a date.

Just thinking about it makes my lips unconsciously curl into a small smile.

The wardrobe door slowly opened, revealing a variety of dresses and skirts. Her slender fingers brushed across the hangers, carefully selecting the most suitable outfit for the day.

Turning around, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The pajamas with the adorable bear pattern were still hanging loosely, the straps halfway down. My long pink hair was like a ruffled cloud, a few unruly strands sticking up and curling into playful arcs. Ah, did I sleep that badly last night?

She chose an outfit, a black and white color-blocked combination that was both playful and elegant, with delicate and intricate lace adorning the collar and cuffs. Finally, she looked in the mirror and put on a beret in the same color scheme.

She opened the door to her room, and everything was distorted. Outside, the traffic was heavy and the noise was deafening. This was a place she had never been before, but she knew where she should go.

There was a bridge not far away, with vehicles and people coming and going, engulfing the person in it, but she still recognized him at a glance. That's just how she is; no matter if he has any memory or how many people are around, she can always recognize him at a glance.

As they were almost upon each other, she hesitated. She knew she was terrifying when she went crazy; many people disliked her. If she went insane because of it, what would happen...?

That hand reached out and took hers in the crowd.

"I want to go back," she said softly.

"Are you going back already? Didn't we have a date today?" Yang Pingsheng said, perhaps genuinely afraid she would leave, so he tightened his grip a bit.

"No, thank you."

"why?"

"I have very important things to do. I am the most powerful weapon, I..."

"It's not anymore."

She heard him say, "It's all over. It's not over anymore."

As the crowd gradually dispersed, like rocks emerging from the receding tide, she was finally able to see him clearly.

He stood alone in the clear morning light, dressed in a black and white outfit that matched hers, as if they had agreed beforehand.

The top hat added to his elegance and mystery, and the faint shadow cast by the brim perfectly outlined his delicate features. But what stirred her heart most were his eyes, reflecting the morning light. In those clear eyes, she was clearly reflected in his slightly dazed expression, as if his world only had room for her.

"It's all over now. You've worked hard," Yang Pingsheng said softly.

"It's over...it's over?" She asked in surprise, but soon, sadness and joy welled up inside her.

It's strange, aren't these two opposite emotions? Why are they coming up together?

"Did I do a good job? I feel like I made so many mistakes. I failed to win over Ling Tiandu, nor did I weaken the human race's power. I couldn't do anything even if they funded Ling Tiandu, and there's Ye Buxin, I couldn't stop her. I made you suffer so much in the cycle of reincarnation, I couldn't even deal with Li Chumo... I couldn't even resolve Li Chumo's betrayal, and I still have to rely on you..."

“That’s not how it is. If I hadn’t met you back then, I would have given up.” Yang Pingsheng said. He always felt that he had been driven to the brink by Ye Buxin. If it weren’t for Jiang Mochang, if it weren’t for this woman who was willing to become his weapon and his pawn, he might never have understood love, and he would never have laid out this deepest hiding place for himself.

“Your very existence is the greatest help to me,” Yang Pingsheng said, feeling ripples in his soul.

That was truly the most desperate time.

Friends turn against each other, fellow disciples kill one another, ideals are shattered, friends and companions are all killed, and only a lonely person wanders to that world.

That vibrant, bustling world.

"Don't say that. Those are the words I wanted to say. If I hadn't met you, I wouldn't have understood my own meaning. Similarly, helping you is something I want to do." As she spoke, the shadow of her soul appeared behind her, covered with countless scars, no less numerous than those on Yang Pingsheng's soul.

This is truly the most insane female villain ever. She guards over ten thousand cycles of reincarnation within the Great Void, something that cannot be accomplished by willpower alone.

“Yes, this is what you, Jiang Mochang, want to do. Loving you so much is also what I, Yang Pingsheng, want to do.” So he said without hesitation.

"Is that so?" She stared at him in surprise, then smiled happily. "Then I'm very happy."

The things we want to do, the things we want to do together, are things that both of us long for. Is there anything in this world that makes us happier than that?

"What do you want to do now? Tell me." Yang Pingsheng released her hand.

"I want to go on a date with you, go to fun places, eat delicious food, and be with you forever." She took the initiative to hold his hand.

Yang Pingsheng looked into her eyes. At the angle of her tilted head, her eyes reflected the sun, and the largest flames entered her eyes, burning within them was his own image.

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They went to many places to play: Western restaurants, movie theaters, amusement parks... They made a cake, smeared cream on each other's faces, and watched a very strange shipwreck movie. Jiang Mo couldn't understand it and needed Yang Pingsheng to translate it for her. Then she cried her eyes out. Finally, they exchanged rings on the Ferris wheel and fulfilled her long-cherished dream of getting married.

All of this was a novel experience for her, and she was very happy, but she didn't remember any of these things; all she could remember was him.

Everything was almost over, and he led her to that small hill.

This is a world seemingly kissed by the sunset, with red maple leaves covering the mountains and fields burning like flames, or like the embers of the setting sun that refuse to be extinguished, spreading gently and intensely to the horizon.

The sun was setting, its golden rays enveloping the surroundings. The entire hillside, the woods, and their embracing figures—everything seemed to be ignited, quietly and intoxicatingly melting into the twilight.

She stared wide-eyed, something boiling within her chest.

“That used to be my home, the place I wanted to be most,” she said. “But then…”

And then...

The things that had happened, the people who had passed by, were enough to make one's throat tighten. Yang Pingsheng said nothing, but simply held her hand tightly.

“I want to cry,” she said.

Want to cry? Then cry, Yang Pingsheng thought. He assumed she wanted a hug, so he let go, opened his arms, and tried to embrace her, but she didn't.

In the next instant, like a bird finally freed from its cage, she flew straight toward the maple forest that swayed like a sea of ​​fire.

The sun finally sank below the horizon, and the last glimmer of its brilliant light faded quietly. A sudden evening breeze stirred, and the red leaves covering the mountains rustled like a tide, as if making way for her to walk a path to memories. The girl spread her arms, letting the wind lift her clothes and hair, and ran down the hillside as if to plunge into a grand, vanished dream.

Yang Pingsheng stood there, the evening breeze brushing past his slightly stunned eyes.

At that moment, he realized in a daze that he had been too arrogant.

Before coming, he had repeatedly pondered how to face Jiang Mochang and how to explain those heavy past events. The trembling in his soul because of her, the guilt of letting her guard Taixu alone for thousands of years... he thought he would need countless words and explanations to make up for all of this.

But now he realizes that he was just being delusional.

She needed him, not because of any complicated cause and effect or heavy emotions.

She needed him simply because she was Jiang Mochang and he was Yang Pingsheng, it was that simple.

Night slowly fell, but the crimson maple leaves covering the mountains seemed to still burn brightly, like the lingering spirits of the daytime unwilling to dissipate, gently enveloping her running figure.

The girl laughed and cried amidst the dazzling firelight, oblivious to the fact that her dress was torn by branches and her beret had long since fallen away. Her long hair flew wildly in the wind, like a phoenix breaking free from all constraints.

That wasn't what Yang Pingsheng expected her to do, nor was it something he could even understand.

That was just something Jiang Mochang wanted to do.

As she once said, she only does what she truly wants to do.

She quickly ran back from the fiery red maple forest and stopped in front of him. Her hair was disheveled, her dress was torn by branches, and her breathing was rapid as if she wanted to swallow the entire night, but her eyes shone with an astonishing light.

Yang Pingsheng gazed at her silently. The girl who had rushed from the depths of those fiery red leaves was not burned to ashes, but rather seemed to have been tempered into an even more dazzling radiance, as if thousands of stars had fallen into her eyes, more brilliant than the moon in the night sky.

“I love you, and that’s what I want to do,” she said.

Yang Pingsheng thought to himself, "Yes, I can see that you love me very much. This is indeed what you want to do. But who am I? I am Yang Pingsheng. I know how to use human intentions. I was once a human chess piece. You have been influenced by me for so long. Although you want to do it from the bottom of your heart, isn't it also the despicable act of another person?"

“I won’t stop you, nor will I lecture you,” Yang Pingsheng said. “If this is what you want to do, then do it.”

"You do what you want to do, and I'll do what I want to do, because I love you too," he added softly at the end.

He solemnly said that he did not mention the harem or any other female villains; in this world, he only had eyes for the girl in front of him.

He felt her approaching him. Was she going to kiss him? But what she brought was not a soft, gentle touch, but an almost scorching heat, as intense and pure as the midday sun.

But it was already pitch black, he thought somewhat dazedly. Why was she still so bright that it was impossible to look directly at her? Did she absorb the sunlight reflected from the moon and transform it into her own light?

He didn't have time to think much; he only felt that even in the deepest darkness, it was still so bright it made his heart tremble.

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Jiang Mochang slowly opened his eyes.

Before her eyes stood the ancient, verdant spirit tree of Immortal Valley, its branches swaying gently in the breeze, casting dappled sunlight. She lay in Yang Pingsheng's arms, able to clearly feel the warm rise and fall of his chest, and the reassuringly cool breath emanating from him.

She remembered that she was fighting them inside the great formation before, so how did she end up here?

That must be Yang Pingsheng's doing, and that dream... It's really amazing, the embodiment of the new world is truly different, the feeling is so real.

She looked up and saw Yang Pingsheng smiling at her: "Did you sleep well?"

"...Hmph, how despicable! You're too afraid to face me in reality, so you pulled this stunt?"

"No, that's not true. It's because I love you that I'm doing this."

Should she be angry about this? Angry at the man's philandering and greed, but after he said that, she couldn't be angry anymore.

"I won't let you get away with this, oh, and with them too," she said. "Shi Guijia just insulted me, that woman, I'll definitely..."

She berated them all, and Yang Pingsheng just listened with a smile.

“...You really are..." She was too tired to scold him anymore and could only collapse in his arms.

Yang Pingsheng stroked her hair and said, "Sleep a little longer, have a sweet dream."

"Hmph, fine, but this time you have to preserve my memories. We'll settle the score in a dream."

"Okay, you decide."

He bent down and kissed her gently, and then the setting sun dipped below the horizon.

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Time: New World

"We're getting married soon, why won't my husband look at me?"

"I dare not look, I'm afraid you'll hit me."

"Why do you say that? From now on, we are husband and wife. I don't care about reality, I'm in charge here."

"OK......"

"My husband, for all eternity, remember me. Remember, my name is Jiang Mochang. Do not speak of the ordinary, do not speak of the common."

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