I can rewind time to prevent death

Zhang Xiaomo lifted her head and glanced at it, but didn't pay attention.

Before long, the channel returned to normal, but it was no longer the previous music channel. Instead, a deep and magnetic male voice began narrating, seemingly introducing calligraphy.

"Yan Zhenqing was born in JZ Area, Wannian County, Dunhua Fang. His calligraphy style is known as the 'Yan Style'..."

Hearing this suddenly, Zhang Xiaomo froze abruptly. Unconsciously, her pen wrote the character "Yan."

"Yan?" she muttered to herself.

Following that, she first wrote "Ze," then "Jun" beside it.

After some thought, she crossed it out.

She wrote the three characters again. However, this time, the order of the three characters was: Yan, Jun, Ze.

...

Tianmeng District, Shuntian City, 39 Old Street in Rocko Town.

Looking at her husband snoring loudly by her side, Ye Zhennan discreetly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

At this moment, her husband's face was flushed; the alcohol had taken full effect. He wouldn't wake up until the next morning.

But every time during the moments before his deep drunken sleep—those were Ye Zhennan's nightmares!

Ye Zhennan's brow bone had already split open, with fresh blood seeping out. Her mouth's corner was bruised, her gums were swollen, and even the slightest movement of her tongue caused severe pain.

She slowly got out of bed, walked to a bamboo rattan chest, opened it, and took out the White Silk Ribbon she had prepared earlier. After some thought, she set the rolled-up ribbon aside, closed the chest, picked it up, and walked out of the room without looking back.

She entered her son's bedroom and gently woke Long: "Son, don't speak. Mommy's taking you away from here."

Long, who was still groggy, remembered the earlier sounds of his father's swearing and beating from the master bedroom, yet he hadn't heard his mother scream in pain.

Unbeknownst to him, his mother had bitten down hard and endured without even a single groan escaping her lips, afraid he might hear.

Even so, Long had tossed and turned for a long time before finally falling asleep.

Now, hearing his mother say she was taking him away, he jumped up from the bed, nodding repeatedly, and whispered: "Let's go, Mommy. Let's go together. Let's stay far away from Daddy and never come back here!"

Ye Zhennan helped him put on his clothes. Just then, her phone vibrated in her pocket. She took it out and saw an unknown message: The car is here, leave immediately.

Grasping her son's hand, Ye Zhennan said nothing, quietly stepping outside. She didn't even close the door before heading down the stone steps.

Not far from the stone steps, a running sedan was waiting.

She walked over, opened the door, and the driver turned around to ask: "Are you the ones who called for the car?"

"Yes, my last name is Ye." Ye Zhennan nodded and got in with her son.

The sedan drove off, heading toward Shuntian City.

Her phone vibrated once more. She looked at it and saw: The Sail Hotel is near the airport. Board your flight early tomorrow morning. The plane ticket is under the pillow in Room 1012. Collect the key card at the front desk with your ID.

Staring at the phone screen, Ye Zhennan was moved to tears. Her hands trembled as she took a long time to finally compose a message and successfully send it.

"Thank you, savior!"

...

"This girl is pretty nice!"

Jiang Hao stood at the entrance of the second cafeteria on campus, looking at a slim, short-haired girl walking toward him.

The girl was dressed in athletic wear, her eyes glittered, and a smile played on her lips. Seeing Jiang Hao staring at her, she didn't look away but boldly met his gaze.

"Go for it, man! She's looking at you! Go get her number!" His dorm mates beside him egged him on, each of them unusually excited.

Normally, Jiang Hao would've already gone for it by now, but thinking about the dream he had last night made him hesitate.

Even now, he could vividly recall the dream—a charred, indistinct woman was pursuing him, claiming fervently that she loved him and insisting that even in death, they had to be together.

"Damn, a romantic disaster. Forget it!"

Jiang Hao shook his head hard, deciding against asking for the girl's number. The girl's expression carried a hint of disappointment as they passed each other, now strangers forever.

"Why didn't you make a move?" One of his friends turned to glance back at the girl's retreating figure, lamenting: "I've heard about her—she's a year below us. Her name's something like… Fang Ning, that's it, Fang Ning!"

For some unknown reason, Jiang Hao shivered and changed the subject: "Why are you saying so much? I'm hungry. Let's go get something to eat!"

...

Meanwhile, in a prosperous village or town, Yao Long, who would've turned into the Magnetic Pile Monster, was living quietly, taking care of his wife, children, and elderly family members.

Without the outbreak of strangenesses, without the Butterfly Effect, the Yao Long in this timeline had never worked at the nuclear power station.

The White Star Nuclear Power Station's leak incident was thus delayed by a full seven years.

...

Shuntian City, across from FH Community, near the entrance of Jianye Building.

A slim man, dressed in a suit and holding a briefcase, stepped into the building. He had a plain appearance and casually greeted the security guard as he entered.

In the elevator on the ground floor, the man pressed the button for the 9th floor.

As the elevator ascended, he transferred the briefcase to his left hand, then reached up with his right to tidy up his meticulously parted haircut in the mirror.

A soft "ding" announced the elevator's arrival. The man resumed his composed demeanor and stepped into the office space.

"Good morning, President Chang!"

The next moment, a youthful voice from the reception desk greeted him.

On the bottom floor of Jianye Building, deep within its steel and concrete foundations, a skeleton remained forever asleep.