For a moment, Nan Xian became the focus of the dinner table. For the rest of the meal, Lang Zhuo stopped eating and started talking to her about her grandmother's past.

Lang Zhuo is a well-known "terrible chess player" in the circle. His chess skills are terrible, but he loves playing chess the most. He has to play against anyone who knows how to play chess to feel satisfied.

After dinner, the two borrowed a chess set from the production team and played a simple game.

Why is it considered simple? Well, that's because—

Before the start, Lang Zhuo was in high spirits and told Nan Xian not to hold back and to give it her all.

Nan Xian naturally couldn't go against his wishes, so she adopted the same seriousness she showed when playing chess with her grandmother.

In less than five minutes, Langzhuo suffered a crushing defeat.

His red pieces were devoured by the black pieces, leaving him in a pitiful state.

Nan Xian smiled modestly: "Teacher Lang, you flatter me."

Lang Zhu stared at the chessboard in disbelief, clutching his chest as if he were having a heart attack.

"How embarrassing! So embarrassing!" he said, both laughing and crying.

Yu Lin, who had been watching the commotion from the sidelines, laughed heartily upon hearing this and added fuel to the fire without holding back for Lang Zhuo: "Brother, you're so slow! You've been pondering over each piece for ages. It's making me sleepy!"

Lang Zhuo puffed out his beard and glared at him, pretending to punch him. "You brat! You're making fun of your brother now. Do you still want to eat good food in the future?"

Yu Lin grinned and dodged away, "Then I'll ask my sister-in-law! She loves me, she'll definitely give it to me even if you don't give it to her!"

The two of them were making a ruckus, and Nan Xian couldn't stop smiling as she watched. Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of He Mingxiao staring intently at her.

Her smile froze.

Why does this person act like a pervert every day, staring at me all the time?

Don't think she didn't notice; he was secretly taking pictures of her during the day!

Nan Xian couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, wondering: Could it be that after her rebirth, she changed too much of the course of history, so He Mingxiao's personality also changed drastically?

This question lingered until I fell asleep that night.

She stared blankly at the waterproof awning on the farmhouse roof, hesitated for a moment, and then took her phone out from under her pillow.

[Xian Shi Kan Hua: Hey, are you asleep?]

Half a minute passed.

【.h: No, what's wrong?】

Her eyes lit up, and she sat up, still wearing her coat, turned on the bedside lamp, and began typing diligently:

[Xian Shi Kan Hua: I suddenly had a rather strange thought today... Do you think that resurrection or rebirth exists in this world?]

[.h: I can't be sure, but I think that since there are many mysterious events in this world that cannot be explained by science, perhaps there are reborn people among us.]

Nan Xian laughed.

She likes this kind of positive feedback, especially when the other person doesn't know what she thinks and their ideas coincide with hers.

[Xian Shi Kan Hua: I think so too! And I'm wondering, if someone is reborn and changes the course of history, taking a completely different path from their previous life, would the people around them, or those connected to them, also undergo significant changes?]

[h: According to the butterfly effect, changes will certainly occur.]

[Xian Shi Kan Hua: What if it's a change in personality? For example, someone who was taciturn and serious in their past life, because of the changes after her rebirth, becomes less serious in this life, even becoming particularly repressed and flirtatious... Is this normal?]

After she asked that question, she remained silent for a long time for some reason.

After a long while—

[.h: If you're saying that 'she' and 'he' used to have a very close relationship, then I think that change isn't impossible.]