I can rewind time to prevent death

She didn't blame her husband, it was just that the nightmare had been too terrifying, and now Xia Ruolan urgently needed to find someone to rely on to relieve the tension and fear in her heart. Deng Bing did not answer, clearly engrossed in the television show. Xia Ruolan quickly walked to the living room and stood beside the television, looking at her husband on the sofa. However, Xia Ruolan was immediately taken aback because she realized that her husband wasn't watching TV, but instead had turned his head to look behind the sofa, seemingly fixated on something there. "Deng Bing?" Xia Ruolan said in surprise, walking over and calling her husband's name. But Deng Bing still did not turn his head, as if the scene behind the sofa was more thrilling than the TV show currently playing. Xia Ruolan came in front of Deng Bing and patted his shoulder with astonishment, "What are you looking at?" Deng Bing moved slightly, but still did not respond. Xia Ruolan was becoming frightened, but faced with her own husband, she wasn't so scared as to run away. She grabbed Deng Bing's shoulder forcefully and tried to turn it, but his body was as solid as a rock, and she couldn't turn him. "Deng Bing, what are you doing?" Xia Ruolan quickly went around the sofa to the window behind it. There was a row of green plants placed here, and as she passed by, she accidentally pricked herself on the tip of the agave, a pain that made her feel dizzy and groggy. Behind Deng Bing now, Xia Ruolan bent down and leaned forward, and after seeing the scene before her, her delicate body violently shook. She saw that Deng Bing's neck seemed twisted by some force, his facial features all contorted together, nearly out of place, his lips stretched by this force, lifting the upper lip and revealing teeth, gums, and drool dripping down from the corner of his mouth. Amidst her horror, Xia Ruolan immediately stepped back. It looked like Deng Bing was struggling against his twisted neck, contending with the unseen force, his neck making a cracking noise, his lips moving, and a blurred voice emerged, "Turn around, turn around..." Xia Ruolan screamed in terror and quickly retreated, her body pricked sharply by the tip of the agave once again. Boom! Her limbs twitched as if she had fallen into a bottomless abyss, a strong sense of weightlessness overwhelmed her. Suddenly startled, she opened her eyes to find she was still lying in bed. "A dream? Still dreaming?" The light in the bedroom was soft, still on, Xia Ruolan lay curled up on the bed, and her husband Deng Bing still sat beside her, leaning against the headboard, only he wasn't reading a book, but was looking at his phone. "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" Deng Bing whispered. Xia Ruolan's body was still trembling, and she nodded, "Yes, the nightmare just now felt so real." She realized she was sweating, though not yet drenched, but her hands and feet were ice cold. "Why aren't you sleeping? What time is it?" Xia Ruolan asked softly. Deng Bing stared at his phone and replied, "It's twelve o'clock now, I'm going to sleep soon, just looking a little longer." "What are you watching?" Xia Ruolan lifted her head and glanced at it, then froze. She saw that the phone in her husband's hand was not his own, but hers, and at this moment the phone screen was on that chilling photograph. In the photograph, she was turned to the side, with only half her face showing towards the camera. "Why are you looking at this?" Xia Ruolan immediately panicked, half-awake with fear. Deng Bing did not answer. Xia Ruolan sat up and grabbed the phone, trying to take it and turn it off. But Deng Bing did not let go, merely saying, "Don't you think... this photo, has a certain feel to it?" "What... what feel?" Xia Ruolan became somewhat angry, "Give me the phone, don't open this picture now, I'm scared!" Finally, Xia Ruolan snatched the phone and was about to turn off the photograph, but before her finger touched the phone screen, she saw that her own head in the photo began to slowly turn backward again. This time, only a small part of her profile was visible. "Deng... Deng Bing, do you see... do you see that? Quick, look..." Before she could finish, Xia Ruolan looked up and saw Deng Bing smiling, his hands reaching out, slightly cupped, and hugging her head. Then a twisting force came into play, her head being forcibly turned to the left by Deng Bing. "Turn around, turn around..., quickly turn around..." "Ah!" Xia Ruolan screamed, terrified, struggling furiously, lying down flat on the bed, kicking chaotically in Deng Bing's direction. Deng Bing had pounced on her the moment she lay down but was soon kicked away. As he attempted to come closer again, Xia Ruolan smashed the phone she was clutching into his face, hitting him square on the forehead. Taking advantage of this, she turned and crawled off the bed, running towards the bedroom door. In a panic, something tripped her, and Xia Ruolan fell violently to the floor. Her body went numb, she trembled violently, and rapidly opened her eyes to find that she was still lying in bed. Her senses muddled, she turned to look out the window to see that it was already light outside. The bewildered Xia Ruolan rubbed her eyes, turned her head, and saw her husband Deng Bing lying next to her, with the blanket covering half his head, sleeping soundly. At this moment she was thoroughly confused, unable to distinguish if the scene before her was reality or still a dream. But the snoring from her husband was something she could clearly hear. She reached out of the blanket and grabbed her phone from the bedside table, turned on the screen, and checked the time, which showed it was 8:32 AM. But Xia Ruolan was still not at ease, feeling completely uncertain. She didn't dare to move recklessly or get out of bed, clutching her phone, she thought for a moment, and dialed a number. "Hello." After a while, someone answered the phone from the other end. With a voice tinged with crying, Xia Ruolan said, "Save me, Master Yan! I don't know if I'm dreaming now, or if I'm awake..."