I can rewind time to prevent death

Jiang Ruixin also poured a little wine for the spot beside her reserved for Bao Jie, raised her glass, and gently clinked it with the one on the table, whispering in an almost inaudible voice, "Jiejie, in your next life, let go of your obsessions, This glass of wine, I give to you..."

"I'll see you off as well, Jiejie."

Zhou Dali, already inebriated by this point, felt a rush of emotions, his eyes brimming with tears and his voice thunderously loud, extended his cup, and clinked it with Bao Jie's, then downed it in one gulp.

His shout attracted the attention of diners at the neighboring tables.

Yan Junze reminded him, "Keep your voice down, you're talking across the table to thin air, don't scare the other customers."

By the time the meal finished, it had grown dark outside.

The moonlight was bright and pouring down; Yan Junze stood at the entrance of the restaurant with a wry smile, slowly unfolding a black umbrella. Only when he was completely shielded did he step into the moonlight.

Zhou Dali and Jiang Ruixin, supporting each other, staggered out from behind, both quite drunk. Zhou Dali said with a laugh to Yan Junze, "Still that big umbrella, still that same look. Among us, Junjun, you are always the most mysterious one."

Yan Junze replied with a smile, "Then do you want to sober up right now? If you do, I'll take away the umbrella."

Zhou Dali suddenly shivered and put out his hand to stop him, "No need, no need for your intervention, I'll naturally wake up after sleeping it off."

"You're not Zhou Dali, you're Zhou Coward," Jiang Ruixin pointed at him and burst into giggles.

"Let's go, I'll take you both home."

Yan Junze flagged down a taxi on the street, the two crawled in by themselves, and then Yan Junze took the front passenger seat. All the while, he extended his black umbrella out of the window, opening it up to cover his side of the car roof, shielding from the moonlight's stray beams.

His series of odd actions made the driver start to question his sanity.

After forty minutes, he had safely dropped off Zhou Dali and Jiang Ruixin at their homes, Yan Junze then took the same taxi back to FH Community.

This time he chose to sit in the back seat, where he could perfectly avoid the moonlight, there was no need to draw attention inside the car with an open umbrella, and it also gave our nervous driver some peace of mind.

Sitting in the back seat, and perhaps because of the alcohol, Yan Junze felt his body becoming soft and relaxed. He adjusted his position, arranged himself into the iconic "Ge You Slouch," and closed his eyes, feigning sleep.

The slight jolting of the car, rhythmic indeed, was quite conducive to sleep.

However, before he could fall asleep, he suddenly felt as if he were being dragged, as if he had left the taxi seat he was sitting on.

Yan Junze immediately opened his eyes, and the sight before him was utterly unfamiliar.

At this moment, he was certain that the scene he was seeing was a vision shared from the Back-faced Woman's perspective.

And at that moment, the Back-faced Woman was being dragged.

In Yan Junze's vision, he found himself still in that metal house from what seemed to be a dream.

While being dragged, he twisted his head to look around and noticed the enormous size of the house, not just with rooms similar to the ones that had imprisoned the Back-faced Woman and Ke'er, but there was also a metal corridor.

The Back-faced Woman was being dragged down this corridor.

This further convinced Yan Junze that this place did not belong to the Luoxia District of Zhen City.

He didn't see Ke'er around; it seemed like only the Back-faced Woman was there.

Yan Junze forced himself to calm down and tried to activate his Semi-Spirit Body. The next second, a familiar itchiness spread across his body as vast amounts of hair broke through his skin and began to grow.

But at that moment, an intense weakness suddenly overtook him, and the hair that had just started to grow all retracted.

The feeling of weakness that came felt like his body was instantly emptied, and Yan Junze nearly passed out.

When he came to, the vision sharing had disappeared, and by then the taxi had arrived at its destination, with the driver looking at him, puzzled.

At that moment, Yan Junze was in a contorted, struggling pose.

"Do you need to go to the hospital? City Fourth Hospital," the driver asked concernedly.

City Fourth Hospital, the only mental institution in the city, had made significant achievements in the research and treatment of psychological hallucinations.