"Warm, what's wrong with you? It's your turn!"

Suddenly opening her eyes, Warm was surrounded by a cacophony of noises.

Hadn't she died?

Where was this place?

She hastily touched her face, which was as smooth as before with no scars at all.

And her fingers...

"How could this be?"

"What do you mean by 'how could this be?' Warm, it's your turn. The chief disciple of the international master Meng Xianglan has come to our school! Everyone else has submitted their work. Quick, it's your turn on stage!"

A hustling girl was speaking beside her ear.

However, at this moment, Warm could not hear a single word.

Her originally astonished eyes were replaced by deep hatred and gloom.

The woman talking to her at this moment was her 'best friend', the woman who had an affair with her husband and caused the deaths of her and her less-than-one-year-old child—Le Wenxin.

Without considering what was happening, Warm could only feel a profound hatred. At this very moment, looking at Le Wenxin, the only thought in Warm's mind was to kill her!

However, all of Le Wenxin's attention was on the stage, completely oblivious to the sudden change in Warm's expression.

Just as Warm was about to approach her, she was suddenly slapped on the back from behind.

The sound of a familiar voice made Wen Nuan freeze on the spot instantly,

"Wen Nuan, I need to talk to you."

She turned her head abruptly to look, standing behind her, without knowing when, was a short-haired girl with a cold expression all over her face.

She remembered that this was her biggest rival when she was in school, Huo Bing.

Wen Nuan didn't know how to react, seeing her flabbergasted, Huo Bing suddenly reached out, pulling her away from the crowd.

At the same time, the Le Wenxin standing behind them also noticed the movement in their direction, quickly grabbing hold of Wen Nuan's other hand.

"Where are you taking Wen Nuan!"

Huo Bing's eyes, which were already emotionless, became a few degrees colder when they fell on Le Wenxin.

She pursed her lips, saying, "None of your business."

Le Wenxin flippantly lifted her lips, suddenly hooking her arm around Wen Nuan's, posing as if they were very close friends, "Whatever deals with Wen Nuan is my business! I know you are jealous of Wen Nuan's skillful hands, but you can't always resort to some ignoble methods! Are you planning again to steal the chance of meeting with teacher Meng Xianglan from Wen Nuan in this upcoming embroidery competition?"

On hearing these words, Huo Bing's eyes suddenly narrowed, even her lips turned somewhat pale, and she let go of Wen Nuan's hand, wanting to turn around to leave.

"Wait."

Wen Nuan, who had been quiet all this while, suddenly spoke up.

A hint of triumph flitted across Le Wenxin's eyes, thinking that Wen Nuan would also speak up to mock Huo Bing. Who knew that she would suddenly use force to break free from her hold, and without turning her head, immediately followed Huo Bing.

The color drained from Le Wenxin's face, a look of ferocity taking over. Huo Bing wouldn't say something to Wen Nuan, would she?

After all, she secretly snapped the silk thread on the warm embroidery piece yesterday and was caught clear and complete by Huo Bing!

However, in the next instant, she calmed down again. Warming that fool was easy to deceive. By the time she said some divisive words, she didn't believe that Warmth would not believe her, her bestie!

"You'd better stay away from that Le Wenxin."

Huo Bing pulled her to a place where no one was, and suddenly said coldly.

Warmth was startled, and immediately frowned, looking at Huo Bing's delicate silhouette, she suddenly remembered the tear-stained girl on the stage years ago.

She, who was always cold and arrogant, was labeled as a trash who peaked at other people's creativity and maliciously wrecked their work.

That was the first time she saw her cry, and the only time.

"Okay."

"What?" Huo Bing turned her head back in surprise, not expecting that Warmth, who never wanted to listen to her advice, would believe her all of a sudden.

But when she saw the hint of apology in Warmth's eyes, she was a bit confused.

The look on Warmth's face was still calm, but her heart was already tempestuous.

If she guessed correctly, she might have been reborn.

Reborn at a time before any nightmares had started.