Nan Xian sat in front of the dressing table, looking at her slightly pale and haggard face in the mirror, looking dazed.

From the moment she woke up until now, she has been in such a state of wandering mind.

Makeup artist Lin Jiaojiao glanced at her and asked in a worried voice: "Xian, your complexion looks a little bad, has something happened?"

When Nan Xian heard this, she pulled away from the chaotic thoughts and forced a smile, "I'm fine, I just had a nightmare last night and didn't sleep well."

Lin Jiaojiao: "It's still early. I heard that the other guests haven't set off yet. Do you want to catch up on some sleep?"

Nan Xian shook her head and refused, smiling bitterly for a moment.

How could she still sleep?

What she experienced "in her dream" was horrifyingly real, and she could even clearly remember the voices and smiles of the villagers she had come into contact with.

Bu Xian Village, the head of Gu Village, the blind date meeting, the murals in the cave, and the weird peony cinnabar and peony jade...

Is this really just a dream, or has she gone back to the past?

Soon, Nan Xian’s doubts were answered——

When she saw a few small boats floating slowly from the other side of the river and the people on the boats, her heart instantly sank to the bottom of the valley.

The three of them, He Mingxiao, were all dressed exactly the same as in her "dream".

Director Deng began to introduce the origin of Buxian Village to everyone. Nan Xian had already heard about it, so she distracted herself and quietly looked at the place.

She glanced around - this was the entrance to the village, and there were not only them and the program team, but also the villagers who had just presented them with greeting gifts.

Her eyes inadvertently fell on a little boy among the villagers, and she was stunned.

The boy looked to be no more than ten years old, thin and small, with tanned skin and slender eyes. He was hiding behind a woman and staring at her quietly.

However, his expression and eyes revealed a sinister and calculating attitude that was completely inconsistent with his age, which reminded Nan Xian subconsciously of the vultures hovering over the corpses on the grassland.

The boy noticed her gaze, and his expression changed, from sinister to ignorant in an instant, and he grinned at her with his big white teeth and a silly smile.

However, Nan Xian only felt a chill in her hair.

"Don't believe them!"

The last words the silly woman said to her emerged from the depths of her mind again.

Who exactly does “they” refer to?

Nan Xian's eyes swept over the villagers one by one. I wonder if it was due to her psychological factors. She actually felt that the smiles on their faces, who had clearly looked simple and kind before, now looked a little more malicious.

Her throat rolled slightly and she didn't dare to think further.

While her thoughts were flowing, Director Deng had already introduced the rules of the grouping, and several guests took turns entering the small room to answer questions.

Nan Xian stood in the answer area. She held her pen and hesitated for a moment. Instead of repeating the same answer as in her previous short story, she randomly picked a few words to form a few smooth sentences.

This time, she wanted to explore the secret of returning to the past. If she was paired with Wei Zeling, she would have a lot of trouble and resistance, but if it were He Mingxiao... she would be much easier to do.

The final result was revealed, and the word overlap rate between her and He Mingxiao reached 100%.

He Mingxiao looked over with a smile, stretched out his hand to her, and said in a brisk tone: "Miss Nan, happy cooperation."

Nan Xian looked at his arrogant expression, twitching the corner of her mouth and silently complaining in her heart:
Chapter completed!