Jiang Xi cried throughout her dream, her eyes were red and swollen, and her face was pale.

She hadn't recovered from the emotions of the dream when sunlight streamed through the window and fell on the blankets, a stark contrast to the snowy day in her dream.

It left one momentarily dazed.

What would it feel like to witness your own death in another world?

Jiang Xi couldn't say anything; she just felt a tightness in her chest.

Yan Zheng's heart tightened at the sight. He grasped her right hand with his warm palm, only to find it icy cold to the touch: "Does it hurt a lot? Do you need to take some medicine?"

She shook her head: "It's much better now."

Compared to the pain in my dream, the discomfort I feel now is nothing.

Yan Jing'an looked at her pale face, his throat went dry, and he remained silent for a moment.

Deep down, I look down on myself.

Even if I knew the truth, would I really be able to live the rest of my life with a clear conscience just because I knew Jiang Xi wasn't dead?

He's already in this state, so why should he burden these two people's happiness and accompany them in searching for some so-called truth?

When the Thai fencer Akaphan contacted him beforehand, he arrogantly said: "Come on if you dare, do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

He was indeed fearless, but he never expected that in the end, it would be his best friend who would shield him from all of this.

He wasn't a saint, and he had tried to comfort himself by saying that Jiang Xi's death was an accident.

His former coach had advised him: "Life is unpredictable. No one could have predicted this outcome. Jiang Xi certainly won't blame you."

However, Yan Jing'an knew in his heart that a selfish person like him had no right or qualification to say that he was innocent.

At this point in time, dwelling too much on the reasons and results is no longer very meaningful.

He no longer harbored any hope of having a second chance.

Yan Jing'an felt that if he were to live a life of mere survival, he would have to live with guilt, atonement, and repentance for the rest of his life.

He stopped looking at Jiang Xi, gave a self-deprecating laugh, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Never mind, it doesn't matter if there's no result." With that, he turned and left.

"Wait a minute." Jiang Xi looked up at him.

“I saw it, Jiang Xi lying in the river, I really saw it.” She looked at Yan Jing’an and said to him word by word.

Upon hearing this, Yan Jing'an instinctively gripped the doorknob, his heart pounding in his chest, his back hunched over, like an old monk awaiting sentencing.

Yan Zheng helped Jiang Xi dry her forehead. Jiang Xi touched her sweaty hair and smiled at Yan Zheng to comfort him.

She gathered her thoughts and said in a low voice, "This bell certainly has a history."

Before she could continue, Yan Jing'an interrupted, "Did she... speak to you?"

Jiang Xi hummed in agreement.

Did they mention me?

Jiang Xi vaguely guessed what he wanted to know: "No."

"You shouldn't torment yourself with her story. At least she left without resentment or regret."

Yan Jing'an remained silent.

Jiang Xi still remembers her last smile. She thinks that from the moment Du Ling was reborn when she was a child, Jiang Xi in this world had no regrets.

She wanted to advise Yan Jing'an to think more positively, but she was, after all, an outsider.

Ultimately, the decision was made to return to the event itself.

"This bell is actually a carrier of energy. In the dream, my grandmother said that this bell can protect the descendants of the Du family. Anyone who owns this bell can use it to ward off some of the disasters."

Yan Zheng asked, "So that means Lin is actually a member of the Du family."

Jiang Xi nodded: "Yes, but the bell was given to him by Jiang Xi."

It feels really strange to say that name out of my own mouth.

"Lin's original name was Du Ling. The bell is divided into a mother bell and a child bell. The mother bell can protect the person who holds the child bell. And Grandma happened to be the one who held the mother bell. More than ten years ago, Du Ling was seriously ill, and Jiang Xi gave her her own bell."

"That's how Lin was able to be reborn." As she said this, she glanced at Yan Jing'an.

He stiffened and turned to look at her: "Since this bell has the ability to bring people back to life, didn't Grandma have any other way to deal with Jiang Xi's death?"

Jiang Xi thought about what her grandmother had said and shook her head: "The Du family's mother and child bells are beyond the understanding of the past and present, without yin and yang, without the concept of past and future, and without any strange powers or supernatural phenomena. They are simply a kind of power. Even in the dream, my grandmother could not give a clear explanation."

Yan Zheng fell into deep thought upon hearing the mention of birthmarks.

Jiang Xi added, "Moreover, by the time it reached Grandma's generation, the bell's power had become very weak. Because the bell's power had protected Grandma for many years, its power had weakened to the point that the mother bell could not withstand it and shattered into pieces. So it could only transfer its energy to the human body. Before she passed away, Jiang Xi divided her remaining power in two, giving half to me and half to Du Ling."

"The birthmarks on Du Ling and me are the carriers of this energy."

Thinking of Dulin's foolish appearance in the forest at the beginning, Jiang Xi was speechless.

Perhaps it was Jiang Xi's half of the power that allowed Du Ling to regain her senses and gradually become lucid.

After a long silence, Yan Jing'an leaned against the door frame and asked, "Your birthmark has been there for a long time. It's something you brought from another world, but you only entered the Bell Dream today. The timing doesn't match up."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xi was speechless, as if she had overlooked something.

Yan Zheng, who was standing to the side, said in a deep voice: "You just said that the mother and child bells are not connected to the past and present, which means that there is no concept of time in the world of bells."

He smiled and said, "It's like the concept of time travel in a science fiction movie. You just happen to see it now, but you may have already possessed this power many years ago. Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why we came here. I always thought that I brought you here, but in fact, you and the other Jiang Xi are the key to the interaction between the two timelines."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Yan Jing'an. The two looked at each other, and Yan Jing'an swallowed the words that were about to come out.

After listening to Yan Zheng's analysis, Jiang Xi seemed to understand, yet not entirely, but everything seemed to have a conclusion.

She nodded and let out a long sigh of relief.

Yan Jing'an straightened up: "I'm going out."

The next moment, Jiang Xi suddenly felt a faint heat rising in her back again, and she said, almost unconsciously, "Wait."

Yan Jing'an was puzzled and turned to look at her.

Jiang Xi seemed to have suddenly lost her senses, her whole body went blank, her eyes were fixed on Yan Jing'an, and she stiffly got out of bed.

Yan Zheng noticed something was wrong with her and his expression darkened: "What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Xi didn't speak, walked up to Yan Jing'an, and extended her right hand. Yan Jing'an felt uneasy: "What are you going to do?"

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Xi extended her index finger and gently tapped his brow.

The next moment, he felt a burning sensation between his eyebrows, covered his forehead, and took two steps back.

Yan Jing'an subconsciously looked at Jiang Xi, only to see that after she finished doing all that, her eyes were slightly closed, and she seemed to have fainted and lost all strength. Yan Jing'an took two steps forward and just reached out to catch her when Yan Zheng, who was behind him, pulled Jiang Xi into his arms.

Yan Jing'an glanced at him worriedly.

Jiang Xi mumbled sleepily, "Sleepy."