Chapter 2 Rebirth

The pouring rain, accompanied by instant lightning that illuminated the entire room, seemed to be desperately venting its emotions.

The woman on the collapsed bed seemed lifeless, but when a bright light shone on her face, she quietly opened her eyes.

The surroundings were quiet, with faint sobs still audible, causing unease in the hearts of those present.

"Who is crying?" she asked in a hoarse voice, trembling. She wanted to ask why she was still alive.

Suddenly, the room fell silent, then erupted with a sobbing voice.

"Miss, are you awake, right?"

A overly bright candlelight shone on Bian Yalan's face, making her uncomfortable, and she turned away in panic.

She didn't see the face of the maid holding the candlestick, but the glaring light was frightening.

"Miss, you scared this servant."

The voice was very familiar.

"Xiao Jin, is that you?" Bian Yalan asked incredulously. She clearly remembered that Xiao Jin had died long before she married into the Prince's mansion. How could she appear by her bedside?

Could this be the underworld?

Another flash of lightning outside made Xiao Jin's face pale and eerie.

"How... how did you get here?" Bian Yalan wanted to move away from the bed to avoid the maid who had died before her.

Xiao Jin widened her eyes and quickly reached out to support her, "Miss, are you confused? This servant has always been here!"

Bian Yalan was in disarray, she sat up forcibly, slapped away Xiao Jin's hand, and grabbed the bedsheet tightly, trying to calm herself down.

Something was wrong.

"What time is it now?" Bian Yalan took a deep breath, her voice hoarse, her limbs numb with nervousness, and her breathing becoming difficult.

Xiao Jin endured the pain in her hand and quickly moved the candlestick aside, poured a pot of hot tea, and brought it over, "Miss, it's the fifth watch."

She wasn't asking about the time, but... her mind was in chaos and she couldn't articulate it.

Because of fear, she wanted to drive Xiao Jin away, but she was also afraid to be alone in this inexplicable room.

Room? She suddenly looked up at the carved wooden bed canopy, with a light blue bed curtain hanging from it, clearly the layout of her room.

"Miss!" Xiao Jin saw Bian Yalan in a daze and was frightened. She didn't care and reached out with the back of her hand to feel Bian Yalan's forehead. It wasn't too hot, but Miss seemed disoriented.

If something happened to Miss, she, as the personal maid, would be the first to be punished, and the suffering would be trivial.

"It's okay!" Bian Yalan gritted her teeth, took the teacup from Xiao Jin's hand, and finally calmed down, "What's wrong with me? I feel very uncomfortable."

"Miss, you got wet, caught a cold, and had a fever. The doctor said you should wake up today, but it's already this late..." Xiao Jin burst into tears again, "Madam is sleeping in the next room. This servant will go and tell her to rest assured!"

This scene, these words, felt so familiar, as if...

A year before she married into the Prince's mansion, she had accidentally fallen into the water, suffered a serious illness, and almost died, causing chaos in the family.

It was her mother and her half-sister, Bian Yayun, who had stayed by her side day and night, helping her through that difficult time.

Had she returned to that time?

It was impossible! How could... unless she had been given a chance to start over.

"Stop!" Bian Yalan quickly stopped Xiao Jin's steps, her tone too agitated and severe, startling Xiao Jin.

The usually gentle Miss, after waking up, had an unusually irritable temper.

"Don't call for Mother. She's very tired. We can tell her in the morning." Bian Yalan felt like she was dreaming, and her words felt like a puff of air, not quite real even to herself, "Stay with me for a while."

She had gathered the courage to have this person, who might be a ghost, accompany her, just like Xiao Jin.

Perhaps, like Xiao Jin, she was just a wandering spirit.

Xiao Jin bit her lip, afraid that Bian Yalan would feel unwell again.

"Miss, Second Miss is in the next room. She probably hasn't slept yet. Why not let her come and chat with Miss?" Xiao Jin suggested again, seeing Bian Yalan's lack of response, and was about to go and call her.

Bian Yalan finally came to her senses and remembered the "Second Miss" mentioned by Xiao Jin, who must be Bian Yayun.

"Stop!" Bian Yalan ordered, reaching out to touch her forehead, feeling dizzy, making everything in front of her seem unreal, "Don't call anyone. We'll talk in the morning."

Get close to Bian Yayun again? Was she a fool? Whether it was real or a dream, she couldn't trust Bian Yayun again, and she would even find a suitable time to expel her half-sister, who could become a potential threat, from the family.

Her thoughts were in turmoil, and her complexion grew worse.

Xiao Jin didn't understand and helped her lie back down, sitting by the head of the bed until she saw Bian Yalan close her eyes, then she leaned against the bedpost.

Several thunderclaps struck outside, accompanied by lightning, reflecting on Bian Yalan's face as she opened her eyes again.

Everything felt like a dream, but exceptionally real.

She could feel the warmth of Xiao Jin's hands, the discomfort in her body, and even her own heartbeat.

She was still alive?

Heaven, did you give me a chance to start over because you pitied me? Or is this a perfect dream before I die?

Whether real or fake, she wouldn't miss this opportunity.