I can rewind time to prevent death

Hearing this, Li Lanlan shuddered, unable to help but ask, "She... what is she doing?"

"Drawing, she's learning to draw, drawing herself." Wang Kunpeng choked as he said, "She said that although she's ugly, she knows what her heart looks like. Her heart is beautiful, more beautiful than any scenery in this world, and she wants to draw her heart as it truly is!"

In an instant, bean-sized tears rolled from Li Lanlan's eyes. Filled with guilt and remorse toward her daughter, she could no longer hold back in the face of such an understanding child.

At this moment, she hated—hated herself so much!

Slapping herself hard twice, Li Lanlan grabbed her husband's wrist.

"Let's go, let's go upstairs and bring my daughter out!"

The fear she once held for her daughter had completely vanished at this moment. With these words, she took the lead in heading toward the other side of the door.

On the second floor of their self-built home, in a dimly lit room, the "Ugly Girl" with long hair covering her cheeks, revealing only her two eyes, was carefully drawing a picture of a girl on a white sheet of paper.

The girl in the drawing was not ugly, but also not particularly attractive—so ordinary that she would disappear into a crowd, unnoticed.

But the "Ugly Girl" was drawing with great focus and care. In her heart at this moment, she felt she was plain—not beautiful, not strange—just a perfectly ordinary girl.

"Is that right?" she murmured to herself as she continued to draw.

In the next second, a faint, elusive voice suddenly reached her ears.

"Hmm."

Hearing this voice, a smile unexpectedly appeared on the "Ugly Girl's" face.

"Daughter, daughter, Mommy's here. Mommy is sorry for you..."

Li Lanlan's voice came as she and Wang Kunpeng climbed to the second floor. Looking at the simple room, at their disheveled daughter dressed in ordinary clothing and leaning over a desk with a pencil in her hand, the couple once again burst into tears.

The "Ugly Girl" raised her head. The eyes beneath her hair stared intently at her parents, unblinking. Then, she said word by word, "He said... my name is Xiang Er."

...

In a deserted villa twenty miles outside Great Capital's Aries District.

The three Zhuang Sisters, all dressed in matching white dresses, were bound together with their arms tied back, sitting on the ground. The trio faced away from each other, unable to see one another.

Two of them were still unconscious, leaving only Zhuang Wenxian awake, her expression frantic. She had no idea why they had been tied up like this.

Since their mother's death, this was the first time the sisters had gone on an outing together. Unexpectedly, after drinking beverages from a farmhouse restaurant, they had passed out.

When Zhuang Wenxian awoke, the surroundings had become entirely unfamiliar.

"Wenjing? Wenhui?" Zhuang Wenxian's voice was tinged with sobs, her overwhelming terror impossible to suppress.

Especially now, with her two younger sisters still unconscious, Zhuang Wenxian had no idea of their condition—whether they were alive or in danger.

At that moment, the door slammed open with a bang, and a man holding a pair of iron pliers walked in.

Zhuang Wenxian turned her head to look and was instantly startled, exclaiming, "It's you!?"

"Heh heh, my dear daughter, even now you won't call me Daddy, not even Uncle?" Zheng Bo swung the pliers in his hand as he stepped forward. "Do you have any idea how long I've been planning this moment?"

Bam!

The iron pliers smashed into the ground near Zhuang Wenxian's foot, sending sparks flying. The impact frightened Zhuang Wenxian, leaving her trembling, her face pale, on the verge of breaking into tears.

Zheng Bo squatted down, leaning his upper body forward. He glanced at the still-unconscious Zhuang Wenjing and Zhuang Wenhui, then leaned close to Zhuang Wenxian's face, clenching his teeth and whispering, "Do you have any idea how goddamn excited I am right now?"

"Honestly, I have no clue." A deep male voice suddenly rang out from the doorway.

Zheng Bo's body trembled violently as he turned his head. A young man in a security officer's uniform stood there, holding a pistol, its black muzzle pointed directly at him.

Behind the security officer stood several other officers, all armed.

"Do you know how excited *we* are to catch you in the act?" The young officer smirked coldly as he spoke.

Zheng Bo was dumbstruck, unable to utter a word, as several officers surged forward and handcuffed him.

He couldn't comprehend how the Zhuang Sisters' kidnapping had alerted the security bureau so quickly after he had just abducted them.

Outside the villa, the young officer watched as the three sisters were loaded into an ambulance. Another officer approached him out of curiosity and asked, "An Lu, how did you find out about this case?"

"Anonymous tip-off." The young officer named An Lu pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. "This is the fax I received earlier today. It's strange—there's no sender's information."

The officer took the paper and examined it. Written on it was: Ten kilometers outside West Suburb in Aries District, there is a kidnapping in an abandoned villa. This case is linked to another poisoning murder case, both perpetrated by the same culprit, Zheng Bo, for financial gain.

The fax was only a copy; the original had already been submitted to the major crimes unit of the security bureau for investigation.

An Lu lit a cigarette, taking a slow drag before exhaling a smoke ring. "The tech department has been working hard but still can't trace where the fax originated."

...

Zhang Xiaomo sat in her father Zhang Chengjing's study, holding a pen in her hand. She was scrawling the words "Jun," "Yan," and "Ze" densely across a notepad on the desk.

Her brows were slightly furrowed, her expression both puzzled and frustrated. She kept writing and scratching out the words, repeating the cycle over and over again.

On the desk sat an old-fashioned radio, which had been playing soothing music but then abruptly started changing channels on its own.