The improved female villains regained their memories.

Wen Shihan smiled gently, but his dark eyes were as cold as ice.

"It doesn't have any special significance; at most, it's just a commemoration."

She stroked the words left on the blade, as gently as if she were caressing her lover.

"This is the person I love most in my life."

He is also the person I hate most in my life.

It is the embodiment of my lifelong obsession.

This is also the final chapter of my life that I could never have hoped for.

Chapter Fourteen: Years Have Passed

Yang Pingsheng woke up with a start.

The night was exceptionally quiet, but his heavy breathing broke the stillness.

A pair of green hands embraced him from behind, and seeing that he was restless, they rubbed against him and licked him with their tongues.

He stopped her: "Xiaoyu, stop fooling around."

"Young Master, are you feeling uneasy because of that person?" Xiaoyu stopped moving and simply held him quietly.

"Ah."

Yang Pingsheng hummed in agreement, stroking Xiaoyu's soft, long hair. The two had been sharing a bed for some time now, just like any other loving couple.

If it weren't for Wen Shihan's sudden appearance tonight, their lives would have continued peacefully without any disturbances.

"Has the system been contacted?"

"We've made contact, but they won't be here so soon. The system needs time to jump between worlds."

"it is good."

As he spoke, the confusion in his mind dissipated somewhat, and the effects of the long dream finally faded. He lay down again, nestled in Xiaoyu's warm embrace.

"Young Master, are you feeling very unwell?"

"No, I was just thinking about the past. The reason you were in danger today is related to me."

"I see. That girl must be someone very important to you."

As Xiaoyu spoke, her long hair fell down, brushing against Yang Pingsheng's face.

"He was indeed a very important person, but that was before..."

The long span of nine lifetimes has washed away many things.

Yang Pingsheng felt that he had aged a lot, and even his soul was tired.

"Her name is Wen Shihan, and she is a very well-behaved child."

"Ah."

“At that time, I was a bit harsh on her, and I left without saying goodbye, which caused her a lot of pain.”

"Ah."

"Before I left, she had become a good child in everyone's eyes, but in my eyes, she will always be that good child."

"Ah."

As he spoke, he received a gentle response from Xiaoyu. Yang Pingsheng looked up at her and let out a long sigh: "It's because I didn't do well enough."

"Young Master has done his best. You've saved many people, haven't you?"

The female villains acted recklessly, taking countless lives. Yang Pingsheng changed them, which, as the system said, was indeed a great merit.

"Humanity, Heaven..."

He murmured to himself, drowsiness washing over him again.

"Go to sleep."

"it is good."

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Will falling asleep solve the problem?

Wen Shihan stood on the mountaintop, the cold wind tugging at her clothes like a spoiled child.

In her memory, it was her brother who prepared the black martial arts uniform for her, and from then on, she always wore this style of clothing.

The mysterious man stood beside her, chuckling softly.

How does it feel to regain your memories?

Wen Shihan glanced at her but didn't say anything.

"Don't you feel like you're finally whole?" the mysterious man continued, "So, what do you think of my proposal?"

The mysterious man's suggestion: kill the heroine of this world.

However, killing the heroine of this world is tantamount to going against the will of the world.

Having returned from her brother's world and after the initial excitement, Wen Shihan had calmed down. The world's will could alter her memories, so it naturally wouldn't allow her to kill her own daughter.

She had already been tormented by the will of the world once, and wouldn't be so reckless. These past few years she had lived a life neither human nor ghost; if she could, she wouldn't want to go through it again.

Moreover, many questions remain unanswered. So, facing the cold wind, Wen Shihan asked, "You haven't told me everything yet."

"All of what?"

"The truth is, why did my brother end up in another world? Why did the world's will insist on erasing my memories? And what is this definition you're talking about?"

Earlier in the locked room, the mysterious person mentioned defining this word.

Wen Shihan began to think about everything she had seen since regaining her memories. Similarly, she had no reason to completely trust the stranger in front of her: "What else are you hiding from me?"

The mysterious man smiled but did not answer.

This reaction annoyed Wen Shihan; she hated riddle tellers more than anything in her life. She did want to see her brother, but she absolutely did not want to be used by anyone.

Jumping between worlds doesn't necessarily require this mysterious guy. She has already left traces in that world. As long as she breaks through the limitations, she can also shatter the void and go to that world.

"Jumping between worlds doesn't necessarily require this mysterious guy. Anyway, I've already left my mark in that world. As long as I break through the limitations, I can shatter the void and go to that world... That's what you think, right?"

The mysterious man's words immediately stirred Wen Shihan's murderous intent.

It wasn't that he had revealed her thoughts, but rather the tone of his voice made it sound like he was toying with her, treating her like a toy. The mysterious man's character must be extremely malicious; at least for now, relying on his extensive knowledge, he had been manipulating Wen Shihan.

"You can't do it."

Incidentally, her idea was rejected.

"Everything in the world is defined from birth. Birds fly in the sky, beasts run on the ground, and fish swim in the water; this is what is meant by definition."

An androgynous voice rang out from under the hood, its emotions slightly concealed, making it impossible to discern the mysterious person's current mood.

"Once a label is attached, one's fate is sealed. Birds cannot swim in water, beasts cannot fly in the sky, and fish cannot run on land. This is destiny, this is the will of the world, this is... the way of heaven."

Wen Shihan was getting impatient: "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"Remember what I said? Wen Shihan, a climber who'll stop at nothing to reach the top." The mysterious man laughed again, his laughter filled with sarcasm. "Is that your definition? You..."

"He's the villain of this world."

At night, the mountain wind at Yuding Gate is always very cold.

But it wasn't like this before, with a cold that penetrates straight into the heart and spleen, leaving only a chill.

The protagonist is the destiny of this world, the place where fortune gathers.

The villains, on the other hand, serve as stepping stones for the protagonist.

Wen Shihan had considered the issue of the world's will, so she wasn't surprised when the mysterious man asked her to kill the female protagonist. But now, when the mysterious man said she was the female villain, she fell silent.

Villain.

Female villain.

A ruthless female villain.

One definition sealed her fate and negated the entire meaning of her efforts.

What a ridiculous thing it is to stand at the top; she's nothing more than a stepping stone for others to climb over.

You're saying I'm a female villain?

Wen Shihan stared intently at the mysterious man, demanding, "Why should I believe you?"

The mysterious man didn't explain, but instead asked, "Why do you think your brother left you, and why does the world's will insist on erasing this part of your memory?"

"What do you mean..." Wen Shihan's eyes widened suddenly, as if he understood something, revealing a trace of fear.

Let me show you.

The mysterious man snapped his fingers, and the surrounding space shattered instantly. Illusions overlapped like ocean waves, enveloping Wen Shihan's entire body.

"Let me show you the stories that happened in places you couldn't see back then."

Chapter Fifteen: Past Events Like Smoke

A dreamlike vision entered his mind, a faint light entered his eyes, and Wen Shihan opened his eyes in a daze, finding himself in the dilapidated alley from years ago.

She sat in the corner, hugging her knees, her whole body filthy.

"Xiao Han, why are you hiding here all alone again? What happened?"

A gentle voice approached, and she looked up to see a familiar face.

A wave of grievance and heartache washed over her. Memories that had been forgotten and then rediscovered surged forth like boiling water. She wanted to throw herself into his arms and cry, but her body moved uncontrollably.

"I am fine."

"You're injured? How did you get hurt?"

"I wanted to help you, brother, but... I'm sorry, brother, I'm just clumsy."

"It's okay, come on."