Pei Mo accelerated and overtook wildly on the racing car.

Wild and beautiful, exciting and dangerous.

This was his surprise for Zhao Ruo's return to the country, and also my fright.

Zhao Ruo was the eldest daughter of the Zhao family, and a perfect match for the Pei family.

If Pei Mo's mother had not passed away, and he had not moved to the small county town, Zhao Ruo should have been his childhood sweetheart.

I remembered it clearly.

Pei Mo's car was getting faster and faster, almost sparking.

At the moment of breaking through the finish line, his car exploded.

I rushed into the fire, trembling hands pulling Pei Mo out.

It was also the first time that the circulation system awakened.

[Does the host use the circulation opportunity?]

The system told me that the circulation had side effects, everyone's timeline would be advanced, and Pei Mo and my plot would change.

But without hesitation, I used the circulation.

After waking up, Pei Mo and Zhao Ruo met earlier, and Zhao Ruo transferred to our school.

But I didn't expect that Zhao Ruo actually asked to watch him race.

I found Zhao Ruo and gently rejected her intentions.

But somehow, rumors spread that I bullied Zhao Ruo.

When she came out, she was crying, disheveled, and injured.

I didn't care about it because I just wanted Pei Mo to avoid the plot of death by racing.

I didn't care about anything else.

But Pei Mo found me and told me with his actions that he cared.

Pei Mo contemptuously glanced at me, kicking me down.

Used a utility knife to cut open the bandages on my school uniform.

He saw the wounds all over my body, the wounds that had occurred from saving him in the last cycle.

This was also one of the side effects of the cycle; my wounds and pain would carry over to the next cycle.

I would suffer twice.

Pei Mo only took a look before withdrawing his gaze.

"So ugly."

He sneered, "You're getting more and more like it."

When I was feeling a bit dazed, Pei Mo squatted down, his fingers suddenly falling gently on my wound.

"Does it hurt?"

Because of the cycle, Pei Mo hadn't treated me like this for a long time.

With a hint of red in my eyes, I felt Pei Mo's care after a long absence.

I shook my head, my voice somewhat bitter, "Doesn't hurt..."

It was strange if it didn't hurt; Pei Mo should understand me.

But Pei Mo nodded, sneered, and mercilessly pressed his fingers towards my wound.

"But Arao hurts a lot."

Pei Mo picked open the scab on my wound with a small knife.

His other hand covered my trembling lips.

"However, Chaomu." Pei Mo's movements were slow, like when he used to bandage me, his actions were incredibly detailed.

Not an inch of my wound was left intact.

Pei Mo stopped, the tip of the knife teasingly picking open the button of my school uniform.

"Your skin is so white, Chaomu, you really were born for art.

"But now, you're truly disgusting. You've insulted art."

The smile on Pei Mo's face suddenly faded, and the small knife came towards my face.

I endured the pain, begged him in the most humble tone:

"Please don't, I will really die."

I wanted to be an actress, Pei Mo had always known that.

If my face was ruined, then everything would be ruined.

And the art exam was next week, I wouldn't have another chance.

Pei Mo lifted my chin, his breath spraying onto my face.

Warm and patient.

Just like before, as if gently comforting me not to be afraid of pain, that he was there.

When I tried to say something, Pei Mo covered my lips, lightly saying:

"Quiet. Say unimportant things next time."