I can rewind time to prevent death

Luo Wenli asked: "So what should we do to help her recover?"

"Create the right environment, help her restore her memories. I've taught her several relaxation methods. Once you get home, let her try them out. She needs to repeat them three times a day. There's no need to force her to remember; she will gradually recall things in time." Doctor Chen replied.

Zhang Chengjing hissed and murmured to himself: "Xiaomo didn't seem to have experienced any trauma before, though?"

Luo Wenli lightly nudged him with her elbow and waited until Doctor Chen had turned and entered the inner room before softly saying to Zhang Chengjing: "You see, you spend all day teaching, and now even your memory is deteriorating! You've forgotten, Xiaomo is adopted. Who knows what she went through before she joined our family."

"Oh!" Zhang Chengjing slapped his forehead, suddenly enlightened.

Sitting on a chair in the hallway, Zhang Xiaomo suddenly raised her head and looked at the other patients waiting for psychological consultations outside the door. After her own name, there was another man's name listed.

"Yan Jun."

"Liao Jun, please get ready and follow me inside." A young assistant holding a registration form softly called out.

"Doctor, my surname is Yan, not Liao." A man stood up, yelling loudly, "My surname is Yan, as in 'color,' Yan. Look clearly!"

"Yan?" Zhang Xiaomo softly murmured, her mind once again slipping into a daze.

She didn't snap back to reality until her parents walked out.

...

Great Capital in the USA, Ruisen Island, Château Chambre.

Melissa, now fifty-three years old, held a delicate bamboo basket in her hand, trailing behind a golden-haired little girl of about ten. Her face was full of a kind smile, and her eyes radiated loving affection as she gazed at the little girl's back.

"Aunt Melissa, there's a small pond ahead. I bet there are tons of hermit crabs in there! This time, I'm definitely catching a hundred of them!" The little girl pointed excitedly to a pond not far ahead.

Melissa followed the direction of her finger and looked. The pond had a diameter of less than ten meters. It indeed contained water, though it appeared shallow. But the water was murky, and it was hard to tell if there were any hermit crabs inside.

"Alright, let's take a look," Melissa nodded with a smile.

She held the little girl's hand and approached the pond.

The little girl pointed downward excitedly: "There, there! I see them, Aunt Melissa! I can see them!"

"Stay right here and don't move. I'll go take a look." Melissa, wearing high rubber boots, believed the pond was shallow and wouldn't reach as high as her knees.

Just as she was about to step into the pond, something suddenly jumped near her foot.

Melissa looked down and discovered that it was a sardine!

Not only that, but at this moment, the sardine flapped wildly as though it had just been caught, struggling violently.

With a splash, the sardine jumped back into the pond.

Almost instantly, the previously calm pond began to churn. The water surface rippled violently, and countless red-tailed tiger striped leeches floated to the surface, writhing and thrashing in a terrifying spectacle.

Melissa instinctively grabbed the little girl's hand and scrambled backward.

"Quick, quick, these are leeches. How can there be so many leeches here?" Holding onto the girl, Melissa turned and jogged away, her mind full of puzzlement.

What was with that sardine? Why did it appear near her feet?

...

"Xiaomo?"

Zhang Xiaomo's vision gradually cleared, and she snapped out of her daze. The television drama playing in front of her was still ongoing, but it felt as though she'd been spaced out for five or six minutes.

Luo Wenli anxiously touched her forehead and asked: "Do you want to go back to your room to rest?"

Zhang Xiaomo initially planned to shake her head, thinking of stepping outside for a walk to clear her mind.

Just as she was about to speak, the voice from the TV drama rang out. The female protagonist was both crying and shouting: "Ze! Ze! Don't leave! I can't be without you! I truly... can't live without you! Ze!"

"Ze?"

Zhang Xiaomo abandoned the idea of going for a walk, stood up, and said: "Mom, I'll go lie down in the bedroom for a while."

After returning to her bedroom and just lying down, her phone suddenly beeped with an incoming text message. Picking it up, she saw it was from her best friend Zheng, detailing tomorrow's classmate reunion venue.

"Tomorrow at 7 PM, Jun Chong Road, Ba Jun Palace, 3rd floor, private room 888. Don't be late."

As her gaze fixed on the text where the character "Jun" appeared twice, she froze, her mind becoming distracted once again.

...

Huaying Great Capital, Tianyi District, Wang Family Bay.

Li Lanlan stood at the narrow passage leading to a self-built house hidden behind tall walls, holding a key in her hand and staring at the ajar front door.

She was waiting for her husband to deliver food to the dreadfully ugly daughter inside. Once her husband returned, Li Lanlan would hastily close the door, locking the ugly girl within the self-built house, forbidding her from appearing to avoid scaring the neighbors.

But this time, Wang Kunpeng had been inside delivering food for quite a while without coming out.

Li Lanlan grew worried. To be honest, her daughter's horrendous appearance, so ugly it was nearly grotesque, made her feel both ashamed and afraid.

Thankfully, there were no ghosts in the world; otherwise, she would seriously suspect her daughter to be a reincarnated spirit, not yet fully formed.

After waiting for about ten more minutes, unable to restrain herself, Li Lanlan stepped forward two paces and leaned toward the ajar door, softly calling out: "Kunpeng?"

Soon, the sound of footsteps approached—it was Wang Kunpeng.

She saw Wang Kunpeng walking out with his head hanging low. Once he passed through the door and reached her, he finally raised his head.

Li Lanlan froze immediately, noticing tears welling in her husband's eyes and agony etched across his face.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Kunpeng seemed to be in deep anguish, his pain rendering him speechless: "Our daughter just told me... she said she's fine, that she won't dwell on things. She can stay here quietly for her entire life..."