The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension

Jiang Xiaoxiao stared, dumbfounded, at the cut brake line.

She wasn't stupid.

Song Moting had kept his back to her, facing this direction all along, his line of sight fixed here.

The brake line before her was clearly cut, not torn apart by force.

The marks of tearing and cutting are totally different.

Anyone with eyes could see the difference.

Pointing at the brake line, "Is this... cut?"

Then she looked up and glanced at him. His expression made her whole body tense.

Jiang Xiaoxiao had seen various expressions from Song Moting: cold and expressionless; hearty laughter; when joyful, his lips curved into a graceful arc; when mocking, his eyes gleamed with a wicked light.

Yet the expression he had now was one she'd never seen before, as if he were another person.

His lips pressed into a ruthless line, the light in his dark eyes chilling the spine, shining angrily.

His face was pale with rage, his gaze even sharper.

If there is an expression for wanting to kill, she could confirm this was it.

"What's wrong? Is it as I thought?"

She stood still, eyes wide open watching him bend over to pick up that piece of brake line.

"Someone wants to kill us!" he said briefly.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, so shocked she couldn't say a word.

"What?"

She asked incredulously, her voice turning sharp, her heart racing wildly.

How could it be?

Who could wish her dead?

Fang Xiaohui?

Impossible, there was no life-or-death conflict between her and Fang Xiaohui.

Now you live your life, I live mine.

Fang Xiaohui was far away, thousands of miles, without the capacity to kill.

Fang Peizhong?

Even more impossible!

Fang Peizhong was a bully who feared the strong, no mortal vendetta between them.

Others?

She had no enemies!

"The brake line was tampered with, someone knew we'd use the tractor, so premeditatedly cut it."

Song Moting gripped her elbows, facing her.

He looked down at her, his lips curved into a cold, faint smile.

"The brake line is undoubtedly cut by someone. This method may be crude but effective; that's why we're stuck here!"

"But... but... who wants to kill us?"

Her voice was filled with unspeakable agony.

This whole ordeal was akin to a nightmare, but she strived to cope.

She braved the fear of falling off a cliff alone, survived the first day, keeping the three of them alive.

She can handle cold, wind, lack of food, dizziness, and all injuries, but she didn't know if she could face the reality of someone attempting murder.

"I don't know either, only that the tractor's brake line was cut, the one certainty is that this person knew us well, otherwise they couldn't pinpoint our actions, knowing we'd take the tractor into town.

Moreover, after yesterday, there's no opportunity to do anything to us again.

I suspect it's someone from Kenqing Farm."

Jiang Xiaoxiao felt nauseous at the thought of someone hating her enough to want her dead.

She certainly wasn't angelic but didn't deserve to be discarded like scum.

She hadn't done anything utterly unconscionable.

Is revenge wrong too?

"Fang Peizhong!!!"

If it's Kenqing Farm, the clues easily point to Fang Peizhong.

The one with grudges against her, hating her most intensely, was none other than Fang Peizhong.

Did it push Fang Peizhong to this degree after her rebirth, prompting murderous intent?

Anger within her incinerated her tears; she wouldn't cry, wouldn't let them fall.

Why should she be punished this way for avenging her former life?

Why couldn't she take an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth in retaliation?

Want to kill her, huh?

Then bring it on.

Would someone who's died once still fear death?

"Afraid I dragged you into this!"

Jiang Xiaoxiao said dejectedly, knowing Song Moting wouldn't have faced all this if he hadn't married her.

Her decision had been a mistake.

She knew she shouldn't crave those warmths and securities; rebirth doesn't promise smooth sailing.

Life was tough the past life, how could this life be a breeze?

But she didn't want to implicate Song Moting.

"The killer likely doesn't care who's collateral; more or less makes no difference to them."

Song Moting's voice was rough.

Jiang Xiaoxiao felt wounded, the hurt like a chaotic mass blocking her chest.

Making her chest heave in agony.

She habitually handled it in her usual way, locking up all her emotions.

To avoid getting hurt.

Song Moting was angry, right?

"You shouldn't have married me, otherwise this wouldn't have happened... Song Moting... I made a mistake!"

"But I don't feel that way!"

Suddenly, catching her off guard, Song Moting's expression shifted.

Minutes ago his cold, angry demeanor transformed into something more alerting.

His gaze turned scorching, like a predator eying his prey.

He reached out, holding her jaw, gently rubbing her chin with his thumb, causing her lips to part slightly.

"If not for walking through the gates of hell,"

He said in his lazy tone.

"I might never realize how well-matched we are as a couple; your composure, reason, courage saved us three here alone. If you weren't by my side, I'd regret it for life.

I won't let you regret it. As a couple, we face all the storms together. You don't back off over a setback; don't feel guilty; I am your husband, happy to face danger alongside you.

At least being together, I fear no storm.

Maybe they are after me! You are actually the one implicated, you know how much my stepmother hates me, wishes I never existed; hearing I'm returning to town, coupled with favoritism from grandparents, could induce a murdering intent."

"Humph!"

Jiang Xiaoxiao was glad to shift the topic; she guessed this was his aim, to distract her.

Song Moting was always considerate, fearing she couldn't mentally withstand the blow.

"This reveals how detestable we both are, having so many foes!"

She knew the subject of someone wanting to kill her wasn't over, needing time to absorb this information, her emotions needing time to process.

"That's what marriage is, a wolf-like couple!"

Song Moting pinched her cheek, "But waiting for rescue seems unrealistic now; after the snow, no one knows where we fell, leaving no trace, unpredictable weather, once it snows again, easy for snow to seal the mountains.

Then rescue becomes more difficult, mainly with such a long road, they simply lack manpower for rescue. We still need to consider self-rescue."

He surveyed the surroundings, comparing it to the forthcoming trek, felt everything familiar and safe.

There's no food here.

If no one comes to rescue, they'll have to save themselves, meaning they must depart the icy Da Shan quickly to avoid being too weak to move.