Having made up her mind, Shen Baizhi glanced at the pink coat she was still wearing—the one from yesterday’s wedding. With a blank expression, she took it off and tossed it onto the ground.
Just thinking about that pink coat made her angry. A wedding should be red, yet the Lin family cared about appearances. They had prepared new clothes for her, and as the Lin family’s favored daughter, Lin Ranran naturally had her own set as well.
But Lin Ranran stubbornly insisted on wearing the red one. And so, at yesterday’s wedding banquet, an absurd scene unfolded: the bride wore pink, while the groom’s sister wore red.
No one knew the true relationship between the Lin siblings. At most, people said Lin Ranran had stolen the bride’s spotlight; they didn’t think much beyond that. Even Shen Baizhi herself had thought the same.
Now that she knew the truth, Lin Ranran’s petty, disgusting scheming was truly nauseating.
That morning, she had been so shocked by her rebirth that her mind was in a daze and she hadn’t thought of it right away. Otherwise, no matter what, she would have changed clothes.
After stripping off the cumbersome outerwear and tossing it aside, she went into the water wearing only her thermal underwear.
She quickly swam to the man and found that he was already completely exhausted. Perhaps sensing that someone had come to save him, he slackened his strength on his own when Shen Baizhi grabbed him.
Without much effort, she brought him to the shore. Enduring the icy wind biting into her skin, she dragged him up onto land.
She wrung out the water from her clothes a few times, then put them back on. Only then did she feel a bit better.
Once her body warmed up, she finally had the leisure to examine the man she had rescued.
No wonder he was the “white moonlight” Shen Baiwei couldn’t forget even after achieving fame and success in her previous life.
He was about 188 centimeters tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Judging from the solid, firm feel under her hands when she’d saved him, his physique had to be excellent.
Though his face was frozen to a bluish pallor, it couldn’t conceal his striking looks—sharp facial contours and a high, straight nose. His eyes were closed now, unconscious.
But Shen Baizhi knew what breathtaking brilliance those eyes would show when they opened.
In her previous life, she had once seen him from afar through the obstruction of security guards, and she had also seen him many times on television attending various national-level meetings.
Back then, she had even sighed that no matter how glamorous and unattainable someone appeared on the surface, they still had their own unspeakable troubles.
For instance, this man seemed to stand at the very pinnacle of Huaxia—able to command wind and rain at will—yet in certain aspects, he was inferior to even the most ordinary man.
Because Shen Baiwei had said… he couldn’t perform.
In her previous life, Shen Baiwei had initially wanted to marry him and become a wealthy madam. But he had said he was incapable and didn’t want to hold her back.
So that family acknowledged Shen Baiwei as their goddaughter and introduced her to another man who was equally outstanding.
But perhaps because what one cannot obtain is always the most tempting—and because this man later achieved extraordinary heights—after getting married, Shen Baiwei grew increasingly obsessed with him, often regretting that she hadn’t insisted on marrying him back then.
After a bout of wild thoughts, Shen Baizhi had completely recovered. Now she needed to hide this man quickly.
She had already chosen the place—a cave not far from here, one that served as her secret base.
Dragging, pulling, hoisting, and carrying him, Shen Baizhi exhausted herself before finally settling him in the cave five hundred meters away.
There was dried grass she’d stored there before; spreading it on the ground made it reasonably comfortable for him to lie on.
Seeing his soaked clothes, Shen Baizhi built a fire and removed his outer garments, hanging them by the fire to dry.
Only then did she discover that his arms and thighs bore wounds so deep they exposed bone, and his body was covered with wounds of varying sizes and depths. Having been soaked in water, the wounds had turned pale and looked especially horrifying.
This put Shen Baizhi in a bind. Such deep wounds needed a hospital—she couldn’t treat them.
But how had Shen Baiwei treated his injuries in the previous life?
Shen Baizhi pondered for a moment, then suddenly slapped her forehead. She realized something crucial: she couldn’t treat these wounds, and neither could Shen Baiwei.
But Shen Baiwei had said that in her previous life, she’d been injured while saving him and had accidentally activated the space. That meant she probably used items from the space to treat his injuries.
After scanning the man again and confirming he was in a deep coma, Shen Baizhi flashed into the space.
The last time she entered, she hadn’t had time to explore it carefully. Now she intended to take a proper look at this mysterious space.
The open ground in the courtyard had been tilled—it looked suitable for planting things.
She pushed open the main house door and went inside. The moment she stepped over the threshold, a stream of information flooded into her mind.
It told her that the main house was the space owner’s resting area—a one-bedroom, one-living-room layout. Resting here would restore energy: the effect of sleeping eight hours outside could be achieved with just one hour here.
However, the room was currently empty and needed her to furnish it herself.
This method of information transmission was quite peculiar. Shen Baizhi then turned to the left wing room. It was the kitchen: as long as ingredients were placed into the pot and one meditated on the cooking method, the dish would be produced automatically.
But it couldn’t be used yet either, as she still needed to equip it with cookware.
She was extremely satisfied with this feature. After a lifetime as a nanny in her previous life, she had absolutely no desire to touch housework in this one.
After finishing there, she went to the right wing room. This one was a storage room. It could store items, and what appeared before her were 999 slots. The information stated that items of the same type could stack. For now, every slot was empty.
So how had Shen Baiwei saved this man?
Suddenly, her gaze shifted to the well in the courtyard—or rather, it would be more accurate to call it a pool. The stone platform protruding from the ground was only about half a meter deep, and the black stone lay at the center of the pool’s bottom.
There was now a shallow layer of water at the bottom—probably not even enough to scoop up with a bowl.
Reaching out to touch the stone platform, Shen Baizhi broke into a delighted smile. As expected, it was this.
The water in this pool was spiritual spring water—drinkable and applicable externally, an absolute panacea for healing.
Shen Baiwei must have used this spiritual spring water to save him in her previous life.
Hmph. Shen Baiwei truly had a black heart. After snatching such a tremendous opportunity from her, not only did she feel no guilt or offer any compensation, she even kept tormenting her—just to see her live a life worse than death, yet unable to die.
Had Shen Baizhi dug up her grave in a previous lifetime or something?
To be hated this much!
Since she’d found something that could save him, she needed to hurry out and check on his condition.