Return to before death

Yan Ran felt a heavy weight in her heart, as memories of her little baby floated before her eyes.

The adorable little figure was always sticking close to her, sweetly calling out "Mommy, Mommy."

Her chubby little face was slightly upturned, and her adorable, big, watery eyes always looked around with curiosity and a touch of bewilderment. Her pink little mouth was always so sweet; she clung affectionately to her mother, always wanting to be with her, wanting her mother's kisses and hugs…

Her candy.

Her only child.

She still couldn't save her.

No, no!

She was determined to save Tangtang; if once wasn't enough, she would try ten times, a hundred times.

He gripped the amulet tightly; Tangtang's bloodstained keepsake was still in his hand. He should succeed.

She scrambled to her feet and frantically, desperately, chanted over and over again, "May all things arise from this cause!"

"All things arise from causes and conditions!"

……

Again and again, the room remained the same, and she remained seated in the same spot, without moving an inch.

How can it be?

Why did it work for her before, but not now?

Yan Ran began to recall the scenes of the previous three successes: the first was the scene where Sheng Xuanling was killed, the second was the scene where her husband Zong Zhengqing was murdered, and the third was the scene where Tangtang was kidnapped and killed by kidnappers...

That's right, she's going to the place where Tangtang was killed again, so why can't she?

No, that's not right.

She only went to rescue Sheng Xuanling and Zong Zhengqing once each time. This time, however, she was trying to go back to the time when Tangtang was murdered.

So, it turns out that everyone only has one chance to return to the scene of their death?

Do not!

Her candy.

She didn't want to face such a cruel truth.

Her Tangtang, her dearest little baby, no!

Yan Ran was utterly despondent and heartbroken. She felt as if her heart had been torn apart, and she was in excruciating pain.

It's all her fault, it's all her fault.

She went to rescue Tangtang, but how come her marksmanship wasn't so accurate? She managed to take down three kidnappers in one go!

Why did she hesitate back then?

At that moment, when she pointed her gun at the bear-shaped kidnapper, and the hawk-eyed man was distracted as he drew his Swiss Army knife, she knew that was her chance.

If, at that moment, she had been a little more ruthless, taken a risk, and shifted her gun slightly, firing the bullet at the hawk-eyed man, she could have dealt with the remaining unarmed, bear-like kidnapper. Wouldn't Tangtang have been successfully rescued then?

But she hesitated. The first time she'd shot a living person, watching a kidnapper fall to the ground, had already filled her with immense fear. She wasn't a vicious criminal; how could she possibly have the unwavering courage and confidence to kill three people in succession?

Sheng Xuanling stood to the side, his gaze heavy, wanting to comfort her but feeling helpless.

She once said that the most important person in her life was Tangtang, her daughter.

But she created this fate with her own hands.

He created death with his own hands, and lost his only chance.

Such pain, the deep wounds that one inflicts on one's own body and heart, how can others possibly intervene?

After a long, long time, Yan Ran silently handed the amulet to Sheng Xuanling. Her altered memory told her that this time, she had no reason to come to the club to find him for Tangtang. She came only to return the amulet.

Since fate had told her this, she did it.

If she hadn't questioned fate in the first place, perhaps...

When Yan Ran came out of the fight club, the sky was overcast and it started to drizzle.

Back home, Yan Ran took out the belongings that had been returned earlier and discovered that they had changed; a tracker was right in front of her.

When the memory line is updated, the items are also updated.

She had placed the tracker on Tangtang.

Yes, she put it on Tangtang. So, the tracker was on Tangtang until she died, and it was returned as a keepsake.

The thought that this was a memento taken from Tangtang's body caused Yan Ran unbearable pain. She held the tracker gently in her hand, her heart aching so much that she could hardly breathe.

Why did Sheng Xuanling give this tracker to her?

By the way, he was quite assertive at the time, and the remote alarm mode was automatically activated. When she left, she pressed the start button on the side.

If nothing unexpected happened, the police were successfully alerted at that time.

The police must have been dispatched at that time, right?

She held onto this last glimmer of hope, which is why she felt she had successfully saved Tangtang.

By the way, the location and time of Tangtang's death this time are completely different from the last time.

When I went to the police station to collect my belongings, I had already received a case report: the kidnappers had moved the hostage.

It's all her fault, it's all her fault.

She failed to rescue Tangtang herself at the time, hoping that calling the police would lead to her rescue, but now she deeply regrets it...

Yan Ran felt increasingly remorseful, her heart aching as if being torn apart, endless regret and pain surging within her.

But all I heard was…

With a "click".

It turns out that a mechanism on the tracker was activated the moment the hand involuntarily clenched.

Yan Ran was puzzled and quickly used her fingers to pry open the lid, only to find...

It is a memory card.

If nothing unexpected happens, this tracker also has an eavesdropping function!

Sheng Xuanling didn't tell her that the tracker had this function.

Yan Ran felt a surge of annoyance. Sheng Xuanling, that arrogant and cynical bastard, was actually playing tricks on her in the dark.

Memory card.

Memory card.

Yes, let's quickly read it and see if there are any useful clues inside.

A thought suddenly struck Yan Ran: if she overheard the kidnappers' conversation, was there still a sliver of a possibility...?

Her breathing quickened, her heart pounded, and she rushed to the computer, inserting the memory card into the card reader.

With eyes glued to the computer screen, the hand gripping the mouse was sweating profusely.

"Disk corrupted, cannot be read..."

The pop-up menu sent a chill down her spine.

How can it be?

so far so good.

Although most of the disks on the memory card were damaged, it was still possible to read a portion of the data...

An incomplete audio recording was now in front of her.

"Zong Zhengqing, hand over the items, or we'll kill your daughter!" The hawk-eyed man's voice was somewhat hoarse, but Yan Ran still recognized it.

"Hmph, even if we lose one daughter, the Zong family will still have more bloodlines. Do as you please."

Yan Ran slumped into a chair, her face ashen. She recognized the cold voice of her husband, Zong Zhengqing!