Return to before death

Yan Ran suddenly remembered the name on the hospital gown the boy was wearing last night: Sheng Xuanling, and the OPP bag containing the amulet that said 2008.10.22, a relic left at the scene of Sheng Xuanling's death.

So, if, just if...

If she wasn't insane...

If everything that happened yesterday was real...

Does this mean that Sheng Xuanling, who died in 08, has come back to life, and that the president of Shengshi Group has changed hands again?

Does this mean that she inadvertently opened a portal to another time and space, and unexpectedly changed the past?

So, is the Sheng Xuanling she saved the same Sheng Xuanling who is now the president of Shengshi Group?

"Uncle, did you bring your phone?"

She has never liked socializing and rarely accompanies Zhengqing to events, so she has never met Sheng Xuanling.

She needed to search and confirm; she needed to see Sheng Xuanling's photo to confirm that her guess was correct.

It's confirmed that the past has truly changed, and the dead can be resurrected...

Then, her husband, her Zhengqing, the person she loves, can also come back to life, right?

Even if she thought she was crazy, even if it was all just a pipe dream, she still wanted to grasp at this last sliver of hope.

However, when the phone was mentioned, Zong Zhengjing's expression became somewhat unnatural. He wanted to protect her like his older brother did, so that she could live carefree, knowing nothing and worrying about nothing.

"I accidentally fell into the water just now, and it got wet." Zong Zhengjing tried to adjust his expression and showed a gentle smile. "Are you in a hurry? If you are, I'll have Aunt Zhang bring your phone over."

"Oh, right, and Tangtang too. I've already told my family that Tangtang won't know you're injured."

Yan Ran raised her eyes, her clear gaze fixed intently on his eyes, a strong emotion surging within her. Those eyes were so much like Zheng Qing's.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck me.

She frantically searched around like a distraught child, taking off the clothes and pants neatly folded on the bedside table...

No, nothing.

That amulet is gone.

Did it fall into the room?

Yan Ran desperately tried to get up, and Zongzheng Jing hurriedly tried to stop her, but dared not use force, as her shoulder injury was so severe...

"Yan Ran, calm down and tell me what happened!"

"That's it." The last glimmer of hope...

"What is it?"

"I have to find it." A profound despair enveloped her; she felt as if she couldn't breathe. She gripped his arm, her bluish lips trembling. "Please help me find it, okay?"

Zongzheng stared intently at her as she lost control, the worry in his eyes shifting several times in that long second before finally turning into a gloomy expression.

There is only one person in the world who can make the calm and composed Yan Ran lose control.

That's his older brother.

It can never be him.

That thing is related to my older brother!

He gently pried open Yan Ran's trembling hands, his back stiff as he turned away from her. "I'll go get the car first."

He didn't want her to see him with that expression. Some things, some people, some feelings—it's best if she never knows.

It was only a short twenty-minute walk from the hospital to the Zong family's residence, but Yan Ran felt it was the longest stretch of her life, from hope and possibility to despair.

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, she disregarded her injuries and Zongzheng Jing's worried voice behind her, and rushed back into the house alone.

The bloodstains have been cleaned up, and all personal belongings have been put back on the table and arranged neatly.

She searched cautiously and nervously, but found nothing.

There was no amulet, and no bag containing an amulet with the date of death written on it.

The most terrifying thing is that the altered memory line tells her that she never received the OPP bag at the police station that read "2008.10.22, items left at the scene of Sheng Xuanling's death".

From beginning to end, all she got back were her husband's belongings, nothing else.

That means she's gone mad.

No, she doesn't believe it!

Yan Ran opened the laptop on the table, entered the three characters "Sheng Xuanling" into the search page, and the entire first page was filled with news about him.

Playboy, spendthrift, womanizer, takes over as president, reorganizes from top to bottom, with thunderous force.

I looked at the photos one by one.