I found that ever since fusing with Shen Xue's memories, Xue Qingcheng had become livelier.
In the Six Gods Heaven, Qingcheng Ruoxue had been domineering and imposing, carrying an innate dignity. She looked down on everyone, and even when she was being sly, she still seemed somewhat cold and unapproachable.
Later, in the Nine Heavens, the constant conflicts between her fragmented memories had caused her to be pulled in opposite directions, leaving her taciturn.
After failing to prove the Dao time and again, her Dao heart collapsed, and she became completely silent. That period had been the darkest time of her life.
Only after proving the Dao and becoming Shen Xue did she regain her desire to live and her drive toward her goals. That was how she became the person she was now.
Although she possessed her original memories, Shen Xue's impressions had instead become the most prominent. Perhaps she herself had tacitly accepted that state as the best one.
After all, I didn't dare say anything, so no matter what she became, I could accept it.
"Then choose whichever color you like. There are twenty-four colors—surely one of them will suit you. I'll let you have your way." I sent her a voice transmission.
Xue Qingcheng glanced at me and complained, "You'll let me have my way? What if you don't like it?"
"As long as I like you, that's enough. It's the same wherever you are." I smiled.
"Sweet talk. It's terribly old-fashioned, but fine, I can accept it." Xue Qingcheng stood in the wisteria-colored world and said after a while, "This one, then. Wisteria. There shouldn't be any unfortunate homophone, right? What do you think?"
"Pretty good. Let's go with this one. Slightly blue and elegant, novel yet dignified—just like you." I kept my answer brief.