Having been reborn, why would he be afraid of Mr. Gu, who still has a white moonlight?

"If you're so eager to die, why don't you just stab yourself instead of playing this trick of rolling down the stairs!" the man sneered.

"I was stabbed..."

Suddenly, Song Wanwan felt that something was off about Gu Tingzhou's words.

Wasn't she stabbed to death in prison?

How could it have rolled down the stairs?

"Madam, you're finally awake."

Just then, the worried face of the maid, Aunt Liu, came into view.

"Madam, do you feel nauseous? The doctor said you hit your head when you fell down the stairs and have a mild concussion."

Song Wanwan did not answer Aunt Liu. When she opened her eyes, she was surprised to find herself in a room she knew all too well.

It's the room I used to live in at the Gu family's house, and I decorated it myself.

She has been in prison for almost three years now, more than two years.

Was she released early?

wrong!

That knife went straight into her heart; even if she didn't die, she should be in prison.

Song Wanwan quickly touched her heart area; there was no wound, and even the pain had disappeared.

Her hands were covered with iodine, and her head was wrapped in white gauze with a red mark on it.

Gu Tingzhou frowned as he watched Song Wanwan's expression shift between pain and astonishment, his cold eyes filled with impatience.

"Next time you want to die, try a different way: roll down from the second floor, you won't die!"

Gu Tingzhou's face was very sour. After speaking coldly, he stood up from the sofa.

He picked up his coat, strode out of the room, leaving Song Wanwan with a cold, indifferent back view.

Song Wanwan ignored Gu Tingzhou and got up to walk to the dressing mirror.

There were no marks or bruises on his arms and legs caused by his fellow inmates.

She was tortured in prison for more than two years until she was pale and emaciated.

But at this moment, her face was fair and rosy, her skin so smooth and delicate it seemed like it could be broken with a touch. The places her fingertips touched were so tender they looked like they could be squeezed for water.

"Madam, the master said that because he was too angry."

Aunt Liu thought she was upset and carefully comforted her, saying, "Couples often quarrel in bed but make up before they get out of bed. Say some nice things to your husband later..."

"Aunt Liu, what day is it today?"

Song Wanwan was so shocked that she could hardly believe it and hurriedly interrupted Aunt Liu.

Aunt Liu looked at her strangely, "Today is Miss Su's birthday. You heard that the master was going to celebrate her birthday, so you called him and asked him to come home..."

Aunt Liu cautiously probed, glancing at Song Wanwan's face.

"Actually, the gentleman still cares about you. As soon as he heard that you fell down the stairs, he rushed back immediately."

Song Wanwan knew that Aunt Liu had misunderstood. She didn't explain, quickly glanced around the room, walked to the bedside, and grabbed her phone from the bedside table.

The date on it is three years ago!

At the same time, her phone rang.

It's a WeChat message.

Su Lina: [Don't try to keep Tingzhou this way; it will only make him hate you more. No matter what you did today, I won.]

Despite the provocative text message from Su Lina, Song Wanwan remained remarkably calm.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, Song Wanwan put down her phone and went to the railing in the second-floor corridor.

Looking down at the living room, Gu Tingzhou's clothes and shoes were still scattered everywhere, some of them cut into pieces.

Three years ago, when she heard that Gu Tingzhou was going to celebrate Su Lina's birthday and had even bought her clothes, she flew into a rage and shredded Gu Tingzhou's clothes with scissors, then threw them off the second floor.

Just as he turned around, he tripped over the pile of clothes at his feet and tumbled down the stairs.

Although he only rolled down a few steps before reaching the landing at the corner of the stairs, his head hit the wall when he fell, and he immediately lost consciousness...

So, she's gone back to three years ago?!

Aunt Liu stood next to Song Wanwan, looking regretful. Afraid that Song Wanwan would continue to make a fuss, she advised, "The master said that if the clothes are cut, they are cut. Out with the old, in with the new. You can just buy another one. Don't worry about it."

Song Wanwan turned around and went back to her room, then picked up her phone and looked at the messages again.

A bitter smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Yes!

Su Lina won.

Su Lina is Bai Yuguang, Gu Tingzhou's childhood sweetheart.

How could I possibly win? I lost completely three years ago.

Song Wanwan spent eight years loving and comforting Gu Tingzhou.

In the end, however, it was because of Su Lina's deliberate framing that Gu Tingzhou personally sent him to prison.

In prison, I was tortured day and night. I was not fed enough during the day and I was afraid to close my eyes to sleep at night because I would hear strange noises as soon as I closed my eyes.

As a result, I began to lose weight at a visible rate, and the light in my eyes slowly faded. I lived like a walking corpse every day.

Just when he had gritted his teeth and persevered for more than two years and was about to be released, a riot suddenly broke out in the prison.

In the chaos, he was stabbed in the heart with a knife.

He died miraculously, and then miraculously came back to life.

Thinking of her past life, Song Wanwan looked up at the sky and laughed, tears streaming down her face.

All that twisted emotions, resentment, jealousy, madness, and pain stemmed from her obsession with Gu Tingzhou.

This obsession ruined her life, leading to a tragic death.

It must be that some deity couldn't bear to see her tragic fate and gave her a chance to start over.

Gu Tingzhou hasn't reached the point of hating himself to the point of being unable to tolerate it yet, and Su Lina has just returned from abroad.

My obsession hasn't gone to the point of madness, and none of the things I did out of sanity have happened yet.

Everything is still in time.

As long as I stay away from the two of them and keep them locked up, I won't be wrongly imprisoned.

In this life, she will live for herself and for her loved ones.

She decided to make a clean break with Gu Tingzhou and end this ill-fated marriage.

From now on, may they each live their own lives, going their separate ways.

Just as she found Gu Tingzhou's phone number, she dialed it, but the line was busy.

Almost forgot, Gu Tingzhou, fearing she would pester him, set up her number so she could contact his assistant Qiao Sen if needed.

Just as Song Wanwan was about to contact Qiao Sen, shouts came from downstairs.

"Song Wanwan, where are you? Come down here quickly."

That voice... is it Gu Tingzhou's sister?