The improved female villains regained their memories.

He wasn't unaware of Wen Shihan's feelings for him; it was precisely because he knew that he didn't know what to do now.

“I have to warn you, Wen Shihan is an uncontrollable bomb. She depends on you now, but that doesn’t mean she will continue to do so in the future. More importantly, we don’t know how much she has remembered.”

The black cat's warning was reasonable.

Humans are the most unpredictable species. As time changes and the world transforms, people and events from the past become unfamiliar. In other words, how much can Yang Pingsheng truly understand Wen Shihan now?

Yang Pingsheng sighed softly, stroking the black cat's fur: "But this is, after all, my responsibility."

It had nothing to do with the mission of Heaven. Back then, it was he who led her out of the darkness in the name of his elder brother.

Now that she remembered everything, and after going through so much trouble to find him, he couldn't possibly ignore her.

The black cat looked at him suspiciously: "You little rascal, you want to build a harem, huh?"

His hand changed from stroking to pressing on the head: "What are you talking about? It's all because you're unreliable. You just said you wouldn't cross worlds, and here you are now?"

"Hey!"

"If you keep acting cute, you're out."

"Alright, alright, let's get down to business." The black cat said seriously, "In short, I advise you to be careful. I only have basic functions right now, and I can't help you much."

Are you leaving?

“Since you’ve already decided to take Wen Shihan in, it wouldn’t be right for me not to leave. If she finds out about me one day, she’ll definitely chop me up.”

"I see..."

A faint light shone on the black cat.

"Although we haven't been together for long, I still wish you happiness. Yang Pingsheng, you deserve it."

The black cat smiled and snuggled closer to Yang Pingsheng.

A cat's laugh is somewhat eerie, but Yang Pingsheng didn't care. He placed his hand on the cat's fur to stroke it and whispered, "Ah... goodbye."

He thought to himself, "I also hope you can find happiness."

It's just a pity that he thought about it a little too early.

The light disappeared, and the black cat was still nestled in his arms. The two stared at each other, wide-eyed, until finally, the black cat tilted its head and meowed.

"What the hell?" Yang Pingsheng squinted. "What's going on?"

"Out of energy, can't move anymore, hehe~"

"..."

"If all else fails, you can raise another one of me, just like raising a cat. I don't eat much, five fish per meal is enough for me."

"...I'll kick you out right now, you believe me?"

"Meow~"

The black cat rolled around in his arms and acted spoiled. If Yang Pingsheng didn't know what kind of person the system used to be, he might have actually softened and agreed.

He was about to say something more when a voice suddenly came from behind him:

"Brother, who are you talking to?"

My heartbeat quickened a few degrees.

Yang Pingsheng turned his head. In the moonlight, Wen Shihan, dressed in black, was holding a cup of tea and smiling.

Her hair was still tied in a single ponytail, and the magical ring-pommel sword at her waist had been put away. She looked much more energetic and exuded a capable aura.

"What's wrong, brother?"

Wen Shihan stepped forward, put down the tea, and his dark pupils locked onto the black cat in Yang Pingsheng's arms.

"Brother, were you talking to it just now?"

Before Yang Pingsheng could react, she picked up the black cat.

"What an adorable kitten!"

She smiled gently and stroked the cat, just like her brother.

"I just don't understand why my brother would talk to a cat?"

He increased the pressure on his hands.

"That's really strange~"

Chapter Twenty-Six: Obsession Undiminished

"Xiao Han, stop torturing it."

Yang Pingsheng snatched the black cat, whose eyes were rolling back in its head, from Wen Shihan's hands, helped it catch its breath, and said, "Let's go for a walk."

It was a very awkward attempt to change the subject, but Wen Shihan fell for it.

"Okay."

She smiled, her eyes narrowing like crescent moons, and picked up the teacup: "Brother, have some tea."

"it is good."

He put down the black cat, picked up the tea and drank it all in one gulp.

It's slightly bitter, but after drinking it, there's a sweet aftertaste on the tip of your tongue. The tea leaves are still the same familiar tea leaves, but the person who brewed them is different.

Looking up, Yang Pingsheng saw Wen Shihan's expectant gaze and smiled, "It's delicious."

“Brother loves to drink, so from now on, Xiaohan will make drinks for you. And the same goes for cooking. Over the years, Xiaohan’s cooking skills have improved. Let brother try it tomorrow.”

Like a frog being slowly boiled in water, Wen Shihan began to unreasonably encroach on Yang Pingsheng's daily life without his knowledge.

But Yang Pingsheng couldn't refuse. He could only get up, pat Wen Shihan's head, and say, "Let's go into the city. I'll take you to the market and we can buy some things."

"Good~"

The brother and sister left, leaving Xiaoyu alone standing on the veranda under the moonlight.

Big Yellow came closer and rubbed against her trouser leg, while the black cat, which had been pretending to be dead, came to life and jumped onto her shoulder.

The moonlight stretched her shadow long, making it appear serene and lonely.

The black cat tilted its head and looked at her: "Are you feeling unwell?"

Xiaoyu said expressionlessly, "It's okay, there's still plenty of time."

These difficult days have only just begun.

The night was exceptionally quiet, but it was an exception for the people in the capital.

Emerging from the valley and entering the town, the bustling atmosphere of the marketplace immediately enveloped us. Crowds surged, creating a restless ambiance, mingled with the scent of rouge and the shouts of vendors.

Yang Pingsheng stopped at a dessert shop, looked around, and bought a bag of flower tea cakes.

"Eat."

He paid, took one out of the bag of flower tea cakes, and placed it in Wen Shihan's hand.

"This is your favorite food."

"Thank you, brother."

Wen Shihan replied, his dark eyes looking at him with a light in them.

Perhaps he was thinking of a long time ago, when Yang Pingsheng said the same thing to Wen Shihan.

The light, carrying distant memories, made Yang Pingsheng understand Wen Shihan's dependence on him. He smiled helplessly and handed her the bag of flower tea cakes.

“Brother eats it, and brother loves to eat it too.”

She took out a piece and carefully placed it in Yang Pingsheng's palm, smiling ingratiatingly.

"Okay, I'll eat it."

Yang Pingsheng smiled and gently held the cake, as if afraid of crushing it.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wen Shihan came closer, bringing a fragrant breeze, and nestled in his arms.

"Brother, do you like Xiaohan?"

"like."

"That……"

A finger traced his chest, while a passionate heart raged across his body.

The words were soft, yet they rang in Yang Pingsheng's ears like a thunderclap: "Brother, how about marrying Xiaohan?"

The hand holding the flower tea cake, about to put it in its mouth, paused.

Yang Pingsheng lowered his head and saw that those dark eyes no longer shone with light, but instead burned with pitch-black fire.

The fire of obsession has never been extinguished; it has only shifted its target.

Though his heart was still and pounding, it was momentarily lost in confusion.

Nine lifetimes of experience have changed Yang Pingsheng; he is no longer the same person he was when he first met Wen Shihan. The black cat warns him to be wary of Wen Shihan's changes, but isn't he himself a changed person?

Now that Wen Shihan is back, he can certainly return to his former self, but if he goes further... what will happen to Xiaoyu?

Subconsciously, Yang Pingsheng changed the subject: "Does Xiaohan want to eat candied hawthorn?"

The dark flames extinguished slightly, but then burned even more fiercely. Wen Shihan didn't dwell on it, but smiled slightly: "Alright."

She thought to herself, "My brother didn't eat that flower tea cake after all."

A string of red candied hawthorns filled the void in the siblings' memories, memories that had previously been unattainable. In those memories, the siblings lived in poverty, always having to save every penny, unable to even afford a single string of candied hawthorns. Although Wen Shihan didn't say it at the time, Yang Pingsheng could see her longing.

What she longed for was not a string of candied hawthorns, but the people holding the hands of the children who were holding candied hawthorns.

Yang Pingsheng wanted to make up for it, so he bought more things: clothes, jewelry, rouge, and some new gadgets. During this time, Wen Shihan was unusually compliant, letting her older brother buy her whatever she wanted.

She had no preferences of her own; her brother's preferences were her preferences.

Once outside the city, the two strolled along a mountain path, enveloped in ethereal mist, where the creatures of the night kept them silent.

Wen Shihan was a true immortal, and possessed the immortal energy of a Yin Spirit Root, making him naturally drawn to her at night. Under the moonlight, her profile was gentle, her dark eyes fixed firmly on Yang Pingsheng, unwilling to leave, her black hair falling down, giving her a unique charm.

Yang Pingsheng looked at it, then quickly looked away.