"Ah!"

Mu Zinan suddenly sat up, and the sweat on her forehead flowed down her cheeks.

"Miss, you have a nightmare again." Hearing Miss's call, Xiang'er immediately opened the curtain and asked softly.

"I..." Mu Zinan looked at Xiang'er in confusion. A moment ago, she thought that the man had found his conscience and spared her. Now she looked around and found that this was her room. Why was Xiang'er here? How could she be in her room? She raised her hand to wipe the sweat on her forehead and found that the scars on her fingers were gone.

"Xiang'er, what time is it now?"

"Miss, you were sweating all over when we first met. I'll help you change into a set of pajamas. You can continue to sleep." Xiang'er immediately went to the closet to get a thin gauze for Mu Zinan to change.

Mu Zinan took off her soaked pajamas from Xiang'er and found that the whip wound on her body was gone, as if everything had returned to what it was before her marriage. "Xiang'er, what day is it now?"

Although Xiang'er was confused, she answered honestly, "Miss, on the fourth day of April."

With Xiang'er's help, Mu Zinan lay down again, tucked herself in, and ordered Xiang'er to light up a few more candles. The whole room was instantly as bright as day.

"Is it a dream or a God's pity?"

He closed his eyes again. What had happened in his previous life was still vivid in his mind. The pain of being whipped by the whip and the pain of having his stomach cut open seemed not like a dream.

It turned out that everything had returned to the past. On the fourth day of April, it was the day before the man came to propose marriage.

He gently closed his eyes. "If everything really goes back to the past, I will never give you another chance to hurt me in this life."

The next day.

Mu Zinan sat in front of the bronze mirror. A young and tender face appeared in the mirror.

"It's so good to be alive." He sighed in his heart. All of this was not a dream. He had really been reborn.

Xiang'er slowly combed Miss's waist-length hair with a comb.

"Miss, the Second Prince is coming to our manor today. Shouldn't you wear a more formal dress?" Xiang'er turned around and took out a peach blossom embroidered dress, which was specially made by Old Sir.

Mu Zinan glanced at the dress. In her previous life, she had worn this dress for the first time and met that man. She thought that she was as beautiful as a fairy, but she did not notice that the man's eyesight was not surprised at all.

"No, just give me an ordinary blue veil." She remembered that she preferred blue, just because the man said that pink was very suitable for you." So later, her clothes were mainly pink in this shy color, and her clothes were embroidered with peach blossom peony. It was really amazing.

"Uh... Miss, Old Sir specially asked me to dress up." Xiang'er was puzzled. When this peach blossom dress was sent to her, she loved it very much and told her to keep it well.

"It's not wrong to listen to me. Go and get it. The simpler the bun, the better." She reached out and took out a few hairpins from her head.

"Yes, Miss."

After changing into a blue gauze dress, Xiang'er skillfully combed a simple bun for Mu Zinan and tidied up the hem of her clothes.

"Miss, you are so beautiful."

Looking at the bronze mirror's immature face, she thought, "In this life, I will stay far away from you and live up to my rebirth."

"Let's go." She turned around and saw the peach blossom embroidered dress lying on the bed. "Xiang'er, burn all my pink clothes, including the one on the bed."

"Yes."