"Hey, help! Someone fell into the river—"
Someone on the bank was shouting over and over.
Before long, a large crowd had gathered on the riverbank.
Just then, Fu Mingxue shivered. ’Didn’t I die? How did I end up in this freezing river?’
’Wait, a river? Isn’t this from the year I fell in?’
Her eyes darted toward the riverbank. ’It’s a good thing my eyesight is sharp enough to see that far. I don’t even have time to marvel at how great it is to be young again.’
She saw a young Song Yan taking off his military uniform and jumping into the river, struggling to swim toward her.
Her heart instantly seized with dread. Without stopping to wonder if this was a dream, she immediately started swimming furiously in the opposite direction.
She would not be saved by Song Yan again, not even in a dream.
She would not be coerced into marrying Song Yan again, only to live a lifetime of misery raising his three children for him.
The crowd on the bank saw Fu Mingxue swimming in the opposite direction and was stunned.
Someone couldn’t help but shout, "Miss Fu, you’re going the wrong way! Turn around, quickly, turn around—"
Song Yan noticed her actions as well, and his gaze darkened.
He picked up his pace.
Fu Mingxue grew anxious. She could feel the man behind her getting closer and closer. If she wasn’t careful, he would catch her any second.
Then she would be "saved" by Song Yan all over again, repeating the same tragic mistake.
The memory of her past life—slaving away for the Song Family only to die a miserable death—spurred her to swim even faster.
One gave chase while the other fled—a desperate escape against impossible odds.
"Fu Mingxue, don’t move! I’m coming to save you—"
To Fu Mingxue’s ears, his clear voice sounded like a demon’s whisper. Despair washed over her. ’Am I going to be forced to marry Song Yan again?’
’No. I won’t let that happen.’
Her gaze grew resolute. Taking a deep breath, she plunged headfirst beneath the surface.

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