In the quiet darkness of that night, Lin Yue's body lay still, her life extinguished in the very place that once held her brightest hopes. The mansion remained silent, seeming to mourn her passing or perhaps celebrate the end of her suffering.
But fate is relentless.
In the stillness beyond life, an unseen force stirred—something ancient and powerful. Dark, swirling energy intertwined with her soul, pulling her back from the void. Her body slowly shimmered, bathed in an eerie glow that flickered like dying candlelight.
Gradually, her eyes fluttered open. Her vision blurred at first, then sharpened as she realized she was no longer in the mortal realm. She found herself back, but transformed — stronger, calmer, carrying the weight of all her pain and anguish.
She sat up slowly, her mind flooded with memories: the betrayal, the cruelty, the tears—so many tears. Yet, strangely, amid her pain, a new clarity emerged. She had paid a heavy price—her suffering had beckoned the universe's cruel justice.
The mansion seemed eerily quiet. Outside, shadows danced in nonsense patterns, whispering secrets. She felt an unusual power coursing through her veins, an awakening of her inner strength she had never known in life.
Her resurrected form was no longer the fragile, broken woman she once was. She was reborn—scarred, yes, but fiercely alive. Her eyes shone with a new purpose. Whatever had taken her life, had also given her a second chance—at vengeance, at rebirth, at freedom.
In the dim moonlight, she gazed at herself, a woman neither afraid nor defeated. Her journey had only just begun.