As Luo Yunxi groggily regained consciousness, a frantic voice reached her ears, "Yunxi, please be okay. What would I do without you?"

Her eyes fluttered open to reveal a strikingly handsome face, exuding a gentle and warm aura that instantly made him seem like the quintessential "nice guy."

Song Haonan, visibly relieved, softly inquired with a hint of anxiety, "Yunxi, you're awake! Thank goodness. Are you alright? Are you feeling any discomfort?"

"Song Haonan?" Luo Yunxi's voice was laced with venom as she shot up from the bed, her eyes cold and filled with murderous intent. "How dare you show your face here? Why don't you just drop dead?"

Caught off guard by her hostility, a flicker of confusion crossed Song Haonan's eyes, but he quickly masked it with his usual warm demeanor. "Yunxi, I know it's my fault that Yaoyao pushed you and caused you to get hurt. I should have disciplined her better. You can hit me, scold me, do whatever you want, but please don't be mad at me, okay?"

Seeing his insincere expression only fueled Luo Yunxi's anger. She swung her hand to slap him, but Song Haonan, quick on his feet, caught her wrist mid-air. "Yunxi, what's wrong? Did Fu Tingyu do something to you?"

Disgusted, Luo Yunxi yanked her hand free and suddenly noticed something was off. Wait, why does Song Haonan look so young?

She glanced around the room, her confusion deepening. Why am I in a hospital? And... didn't I die?

Lost in her thoughts, Luo Yunxi barely registered Song Haonan's concerned voice as he stepped closer. "Yunxi, are you feeling unwell? The doctor said you hit your head when you fell. Are you okay?"

Luo Yunxi narrowed her eyes, puzzled. "Hit my head?"

At the mention of this, a look of guilt appeared on Song Haonan's usually gentle face. "I'm sorry, Yunxi," he said with a deep, sincere tone. "Yaoyao didn't mean it. I apologize on her behalf. Could you forgive her, for my sake?"

His voice was filled with emotion, and his gaze towards Luo Yunxi was equally intense. He believed that given Luo Yunxi's affection for him, she would surely choose to forgive him and let the matter slide.

However, Luo Yunxi was still in a state of shock. Her eyes darted around in panic, taking in the surroundings that felt eerily familiar, as if she had been here before. Combined with what Song Haonan had just said, a sudden realization hit her.

Her pupils contracted sharply.

She had actually been reborn!

She had returned to the moment when Song Mengyao had "accidentally" pushed her down the stairs, leading to her hospitalization.

Suddenly, a cold, piercing gaze came from outside the room. The intensity of that gaze was so overwhelming that Luo Yunxi felt it immediately, as if needles were pricking her back. She turned her head towards the door.

Her eyes widened in shock as she stared at the man standing there, her vision gradually blurring with tears.

Outside the door, the man, noble and aloof, also saw her. His face, chiseled and handsome, carried a cold, almost indifferent aura. His deep, penetrating eyes were fixed on Luo Yunxi, his gaze both icy and slightly puzzled.

Luo Yunxi stared at the man, unblinking.

Fu Tingyu, you're alive?

Thank goodness, Fu Tingyu.

You're alive, standing before me, whole and unharmed. This is truly wonderful!