I can rewind time to prevent death

The three of them left the coffee shop quickly, with Yan Junze and Xiang Er walking in front, and Ku Zai still looking awkward, trailing two meters behind.

"Are you saying Ku Zai straight up told you he likes you?" Yan Junze asked, lowering his voice in surprise.

Xiang Er nodded, "We haven't been in contact for many days, hardly exchanged a few words, and suddenly he blurts out this sentence. Can you believe it?"

Yan Junze struggled to hold back his laughter, glanced at Ku Zai, who was now showing a constipated expression, and turned back to Xiang Er, saying, "Don't take it to heart. You should think of it this way: Ku Zai has been dealing with strangeness his almost entire life, and since the onset of these strangenesses, he hasn't stepped out the door. His experience with women is virtually nil. It's understandable."

"He also said that he didn't like me for my appearance," Xiang Er still seemed a bit huffy, "What do you think, should I believe him?"

Yan Junze laughed, "In that case, if there's a chance one day for you to shed this female corpse's appearance and reveal your true face to Ku Zai, and he still says he likes you, then you don't need to think about it, it's true love."

Xiang Er shook her head and suddenly sighed, no longer speaking.

Yan Junze turned his head again to glance at Ku Zai, noticing the guy's red face and gasping breaths, realizing they were walking too fast. He quickly pulled on Xiang Er's sleeve, signaling to slow down.

He turned back to loudly ask Ku Zai, "Tired?"

"No, not... tired, I'm still... okay," Ku Zai shook his head, though he obviously struggled to speak smoothly.

The two slowed down, waiting for Ku Zai to catch up.

Xiang Er spoke quietly, as if talking to herself, "Just now I really wanted to retract my aura and let those strangenesses pounce, just to scare this kid to death."

Yan Junze was startled, "You know, I really had the same thought!"

Xiang Er looked somewhat dazed at him. Yan Junze saw Ku Zai approaching and it wasn't convenient to continue the subject, so he only said, "Let's handle the current matter first, and then we'll find a secluded place to make your earlier idea come true."

He then gave a mysterious smile.

"I... I was just saying..." Xiang Er, thinking Yan Junze wanted revenge, became somewhat concerned.

The three of them arrived at Happy Ocean Park located in the northern part of the city around noon.

The park was usually crowded during the weekends, but now that students were on vacation, the number of visitors had surged during the first week of the holidays. However, foot traffic had started to stabilize.

Although there were more people coming and going at the main entrance, it was still convenient to find acquaintances.

Standing across the street, Yan Junze and his group could already see a couple standing outside gate number three of Happy Ocean Park.

The woman was Xia Ruolan, and the man should be her husband.

Seeing Yan Junze arrive as promised, Xia Ruolan was excited and quickly approached with her husband, grabbing Yan Junze's hand.

"Master Yan, you must help me. Last night... last night I felt like I was about to die in my dream, never to wake up again."

"Don't get excited, take it slowly," he replied.

Under the big trees outside the gate of Happy Ocean Park, there was a place selling beverages and tea, surrounded by seven or eight sun umbrellas, each with chairs and tables underneath.

A few of them found a table, ordered some drinks at random, and then Xia Ruolan described everything that happened last night in detail.

She remembered everything that happened in her dream vividly, as if she had really experienced it.

Even the parts about dreaming within a dream were very detailed.

Yan Junze listened intently, especially interested in the details of the dreams. He interrupted Xia Ruolan several times to ask her to repeat certain parts.

When Xia Ruolan finished, Yan Junze was quiet for a moment, pondering something.

The others, seeing him like this, didn't dare to speak and disturb him; Xia Ruolan and her husband Deng Bing just stared at him, while Xiang Er and Ku Zai remained silent.

About five or six minutes later, Yan Junze looked up at Xia Ruolan and said, "In the first dream, you were on the grassland, and during Photographing, you were frightened and then woke up by yourself."

"Right," Xia Ruolan nodded.

"During Photographing, someone just told you to turn around, there was actually no danger," Yan Junze continued.

"Mhm."

"Then the second dream," Yan Junze glanced at Deng Bing, "your husband's head was completely twisted around, and he... wanted to harm you?"

"Mhm."

At this moment, Deng Bing unconsciously touched his neck. Although he knew nothing had happened to him, he clearly felt a sense of discomfort.

"In this interval, were you pricked twice by the spikes of a plant, and then you 'awoke' again?"

"Yes, it was an agave. We have some in the living room of our house, and in the dream, it was placed in the same spot as in reality, right below the window," she explained.

Yan Junze nodded, then continued, "And in the third dream, you felt that after waking up, it was still your husband who wanted to directly twist your head around?"

As soon as he said this, Deng Bing felt even more uncomfortable, placing a hand on his forehead.

Yan Junze pretended not to notice: "Afterwards you got out of bed to run away, and tripping over something, you woke up again. And this time was when you truly awoke."

Xia Ruolan nodded in affirmation.

"What tripped you?" Yan Junze asked.

Xia Ruolan said, "It was a dumbbell, my husband uses it to exercise in the bedroom. It's usually placed by the corner of the wall, but last night, I don't know how, it rolled out a distance."

Yan Junze expressed his confusion, "Are you saying, not only in the dream, but also in reality, the dumbbell rolled away from the corner?"

"Yes, when I woke up it was already daylight and my husband was still sound asleep. After I called you and got up, I found the dumbbell in the very same place as in my dream, rolled out from the corner at some point."