In the dimly lit corridor of the police station,Yue Lusi stood, her heart racing like a fugitive on the run. The weight of the evidence she'd just handed over to the authorities pressed upon her, a burden both liberating and ominous. Fu Han and Fu Shen, once untouchable figures in the city's elite circles, now wore the cold steel of handcuffs, their arrogance shattered.
Fu Shen, his eyes like shards of obsidian, locked onto Yue Lusi. His lips curved into a sinister smile, a predator taunting its prey. "Don't celebrate too soon, Yue Xianying," he murmured, his voice a velvet blade. "There are deeper currents at play, secrets buried beneath the surface. You've merely scratched the veneer."
Beside her, Li Xuanyin's grip tightened. His loyalty to Yue Lusi was unwavering, but even he couldn't fathom the depths of the darkness that swirled around the Fu brothers. "Take care of her," Fu Shen continued, his gaze shifting to Li Xuanyin. "For the storm has just begun."
And then, like a phantom, he stepped into the waiting police car. The door closed with a hollow thud, sealing him away from the world. As the engine roared to life, Yue Lusi's mind raced. What did Kim Fu Shen mean? What other secrets lay hidden, waiting to unravel her fragile victory?
But before she could ponder further, her phone buzzed—a cruel interruption. The caller ID revealed her sister's name. Panic surged through her veins. She sprinted out of the station, Li Xuanyin at her heels, their footsteps echoing like a desperate prayer.
The hospital corridors blurred as they raced toward the ICU. The doctors, stern-faced guardians of life, barred her entry. Through the glass, Yue Lusi glimpsed her sister,Yue ChuChu (Yue Lu) in other universe, lying motionless, a canvas of crimson. The room pulsed with urgency, a symphony of beeping monitors and whispered pleas.
Destiny, capricious and cruel, snatched Yue Chuchu away just like Yue Lu. Yue Lusi crumpled to the sterile floor, Li Xuanyin's arms around her. But grief was a tempest, and she drowned in its relentless waves. When she finally stood, her legs shaky, she found herself back in her own room—the room of her original universe. She is back. To the universe where everyone thought that she is dead.
Memories flooded her—a fractured mirror piecing together her fractured existence. Yet, a gnawing emptiness lingered, a forgotten truth lurking in the shadows. She traced her fingers over the bedside photo: Yue Lu's laughter frozen in time, her eyes alight with mischief. Tears blurred the image. "Is this truly your ending, Yue Lu?" Yue Lusi whispered. "Are we fated to be torn apart, even across dimensions?"
Determined, she went to the police station in her original universe . The evidence she'd surrendered now rippled through the city like wildfire. The handsome CEO and his enigmatic brother—their fall from grace echoed in hushed conversations, headlines, and coffee shop gossip.
As Fu Shen of her original universe prepared to enter the police car, he turned to Yue Lusi. His eyes bore into hers, a riddle wrapped in malice. "Don't celebrate too soon," he warned. "More conflicts await." His words hung in the air, a cryptic promise. And Yue Lusi wondered: What threads connected this Fu Shen to the one in her alternate universe? What cosmic tapestry wove their destinies together?
The answers lay hidden, like stars veiled by storm clouds, waiting for her to unravel their secrets. And so, with resolve burning in her chest, she stepped into the unknown—a heroine in a tale of fractured realities, chasing shadows and redemption.
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Four months later
The fabric of fate wove intricate patterns, stitching together lives across dimensions.
In the Hospital Room,his office was a sanctuary of sterile white—a place where life hung in delicate balance. Dr. Li Xuanyin stood by the window, Yue Lusi's photographs spread before him like fragments of a forgotten dream. The room whispered secrets, its walls bearing witness to the impossible.
"Where can I find you, Yue Lusi?" he murmured, as if the very air held her name. In this universe, he'd unraveled the enigma: Yue Xuanyin and Yue Lusi —two souls entwined, separated by cosmic threads. Yue Lusi, the reincarnation of of his Fiancee,Yue Lusi. Yue Lusi, danced on the precipice of memory.
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The coffee shop hummed with mundane life. Yue Lusi, lost in her thoughts, collided with a stranger. Papers fluttered like autumn leaves, and he knelt to gather them. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice a gentle breeze.
"Never mind," she replied, her gaze avoiding his. But when their eyes met, recognition sparked—an echo from another existence. "Yue Xianyin," he breathed, and time fractured.
"You've mistaken me," she faltered, her heart racing. How did he know? How could he see through her borrowed identity?
"Then can I say Yue Lusi?" He smiled but with a teary eyes that has the mixture of sadness and happiness. His smile held secrets, a key to locked doors.
Fear clawed at her throat. "Who are you?" she asked, masking her vulnerability.
"If you want answers," he said, handing her a business card, "come to my office at 1:00 PM." Dr. Li Xuanyin —the name resonated, a haunting melody. She think the name feels familiar.
She pocketed the card, her resolve firm. Time travel had fractured her existence, but this man held the missing piece. She would meet him, unravel the knots of her past.
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At Home the jade pendant lay on her palm, its green depths shimmering. It had crossed universes, whispered secrets, and now rested against her skin. "Beautiful," she whispered, tracing its contours. But beauty harbored mysteries.
"Anyway," she sighed, clasping it around her neck, "let me wear it." The jade pulsed—a bridge between worlds, a beacon in the cosmic storm. Yue Xianying —Yue Lusi—she wore both names, a fragile vessel straddling existence.
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The hospital corridors quivered with urgency—a symphony of footsteps, whispered prayers, and the wail of sirens. Dr.Li Xuanyin emerged from his office, the nurse's words a cruel echo: "Emergency patient—a car accident."
But reality blurred. Yue Lusi lay on a stretcher, her lifeblood staining the fabric. His eyes betrayed him; disbelief clung to his soul. "Yue Lusi," he gasped, as if the syllables held salvation. His legs wavered, and a friend (Kai Mu) steadied him—a lifeline in the tempest.
The nurse probed and they started to wonder who is this woman to Dr Li, but Kai Mu wove a lie: "His fiancée." Pity swirled around him, a vortex of compassion. The other doctors barred him from her side not allowing him to enter the ICU. "Why?" he cried, tears carving rivers down his face. "She's my wife." A truth veiled in cosmic tragedy—their love transcending lifetimes.
Through the ICU glass, he watched the EKG falter—a heartbeat slipping into silence. "No," he whispered, knuckles white against the pane. "She can't die." But fate mocked him, cruel and unyielding.
Kai Mu, somber and gentle, emerged. "I'm sorry for your loss," he murmured. But Li Xuanyin shook his head, defiance in his grief-stricken eyes.
In the morgue's frigid embrace, he cradled Yue Lusi's lifeless form. "Are we truly denied?" he wept. "Why this cruel symmetry? In our first life, you promised forever, Yue Lusi. Is this the 'together' you meant?" His tears baptized her, mingling with memories—their love etched in stardust, torn across dimensions.
And so, in the quiet of loss, he whispered her name—a lament for love unfulfilled, a requiem for souls forever entangled.
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Li Xuanyin, once a healer of bodies, now grappled with wounds that defied sutures. The hospital corridors whispered their condolences—the hallowed ground where he'd lost her, where eternity had slipped through his trembling fingers.
He coped as one copes with heartache: silently. His office became a sanctuary of memories—a shrine to Yue Lusi. The photographs, once cherished, now etched pain into his soul. He traced her features, as if touch could bridge the chasm between life and memory.
At work the sterile walls absorbed his grief. Patients came and went, their ailments mere echoes. He stitched wounds, set bones, but his hands trembled. How could he mend others when his own heart lay shattered?
At night the moon witnessed his anguish. He sat by the window, staring into the abyss. Dreams—fragments of their past lives—haunted him. Yue Lusi's laughter, her warmth, now ghosts in the night.
In denial he clung to her name, whispered it like a prayer. "Yue Lusi," he'd murmur, as if syllables could resurrect her. But the morgue held silence, and he wept alone.
Angered at the fate, at the universe that toyed with their love. "Why?" he'd scream, fists pounding the walls. "Why tear us apart, only to reunite us in tragedy?"
He'd replay moments—their stolen kisses, shared secrets. "If I'd held her tighter," he'd plead, "if I'd loved harder…" But time mocked him.
In depression the weight of loss pressed upon him. He'd sit in the empty cafeteria, Yue Lusi's favorite spot, and sip bitter coffee. The world blurred—a grayscale existence.
And so, Li Xuanyin navigated grief's labyrinth, a wounded healer tending to his own scars. Yue Lusi—the love that transcended time—remained etched in his heart, a constellation in the void.