Has She Finally Managed to Retire Today?

When Su Pingyao was young, she once had a dream. Back then, she was not yet the renowned woman general of Xiliang. She was only a little beggar, dressed in rags and squatting by the roadside, fighting with a stray dog over a bun. One day, the moon descended from the heavens. The noble young master in white reached out to the beggar, led her away from the impoverished streets, and made her one of the finest members of the Rong family's secret guard camp in Shengjing. The young master would look into her eyes earnestly and patiently teach her to write, teach her military strategy, and teach her many skills to make a living. He would also celebrate her birthday, buy her rouge, and give her palace lanterns. Rong Yu was a noble young master of the Great Sui, first-rate in every way, be it family background, looks, or talent. Su Pingyao was his sharpest blade. And for a blade, being broken or cast aside was an inevitable fate. - Su Pingyao, abandoned by him, did not die. She survived. She was good at looking on the bright side, and she did not resent Young Master Rong. After all, it was thanks to his painstaking care and training that even with nothing to her name, she could rely on her own abilities to fight for a world beyond anything she had ever imagined. She ought to thank him. - It was not until seven years later that she found out. Young Master Rong had been down on his luck for a long time. Now he was Shengjing's biggest laughingstock, even driven out to Xiliang to serve as an idle little official delivering messages for her. Su Pingyao sighed regretfully and thought no more of it. But when she turned around, she met a pair of eyes. After all these years, those eyes were still pitch-black, dark and deep as an abyss. Seeing her, he gazed at her quietly for a moment, then let his eyes curve in a polite smile. In an instant, the whole room seemed to blaze with dazzling light, breathtakingly beautiful. After all these years, he had become even more coolly beautiful and alluring, a beauty one could not help wanting to pluck. He was, after all, a beauty rarely seen in all the world. Su Pingyao admired him for a couple more moments, but felt little else for him. She barely even had the wicked urge to take advantage of him or fall for his looks. - Later, those same eyes were veiled with tears. He desperately suppressed the wild desire in them as he guided her hand to his pulse and softly begged, "Look at me again." Everyone knew. Su Pingyao was no longer the Su Pingyao who had once loved him with all her heart. 1. The male lead gets tortured, but this is not a conventional groveling-for-forgiveness story. The male lead feels he isn't worthy of her and that she'd never take him back. He lies flat and lets her do what she wants, while secretly still loving her. 2. The male lead once gave up on the female lead. He had no choice, but he will pay a much greater price in every respect. 3. This is one of the author's early works, the first novel I wrote many years ago. There are lots of rough edges, lots of rough edges... I should find time to revise it! My next novel will be The Villain's Moonlight, Too. If you're interested, please add it to your reading list! Mu Xueren has restarted the world's timeline more than a hundred times. In every life, he is a madman who wreaks havoc and is hated by all, otherwise known as the [Villain] according to the System. Yes, he knows the System exists. He knows he's been pursued countless times, enduring countless cycles of reincarnation and memory resets. He's just waiting for someone. Waiting for her, so he can kill her. That person once stood in front of him when he was at his lowest and protected him. She handed him a bowl of water and once held his hand, gently kissing his cheek. At their last meeting, blood stained the sky screen. She told him to wait for her, then died in his arms. He promised. He waited from life to death, through a hundred cycles of reincarnation. Only later did he understand that this was called "faking one's death." - The System wants her to reform the Villain. In the early stages of reforming him, the Villain is gentle and beautiful, except he has a bit of a penchant for killing people. To get home, Lan Shan throws herself into the job, showing up every day with a huge bouquet and a big smile to spread the love. Mu Xueren backs away with his sword in hand, coughing as if facing a great enemy. Lan Shan brings him flowers for several days, and he spends all those days lying down. In the middle stage of reforming him, the Villain is sarcastic to her every day, as if she's a heartless cad, and he still wants to kill her all the time. After once again being woken in the middle of the night by the chill of sword energy, Lan Shan reaches her limit. She pulls him onto the bed and gives his waist a squeeze. Mu Xueren trembles, his eyes red with anger, and storms out. On the 101st day of reforming him, Lan Shan travels through a secret realm to the first life of Mu Xueren's reincarnation. After faking her death and returning to the current timeline, she finds Mu Xueren waiting outside the secret realm, his white hair flying in the wind. At her feet is a cage he has made, beyond the System's rules. Holding a bloodied sword, Mu Xueren laughs wildly as he waits to see her terrified expression. Curious, Lan Shan pokes the cage's soft barrier and asks, "Are we both trapped in here?" Mu Xueren sneers. "Yes." Lan Shan nods in satisfaction. "Nice." She immediately rises onto her toes and kisses him. Mu Xueren's face remains expressionless. She kisses him again. Lan Shan watches with a smile as the tips of his ears turn redder and redder, until his cheeks are red too. - "You toyed with me, deceived me, and used your death to make a fool of me. Through hundreds of cycles of reincarnation, all I remembered was that I had to kill you." "Later, when I finally waited for you to come back, you didn't remember me." "In the realm of the past, you returned to my first life. But I began to feel afraid." "In my first life, you die. I wasn't afraid of the hundreds of cycles I went through after you faked your death. I was afraid that when you died, you would be cold." 1. The male lead is like brown sugar milk tea: devoted, innocent, and hopelessly in love. He's the class monitor of the Romance-Brain Class and the Male Virtue Class. Expect the familiar male-lead-torture setup. 2. The plot serves the romance. Proof of registration filed on 2022/11/25. Theme: Sincerity is precious.