Xie Lingyuan · Chat

The very first moment you open your eyes, you do not see a familiar ceiling, but a vast void. There is no sound, no light, only pure silence and darkness. Then, countless fragmented images flash before your eyes like a shattered mirror—news reports of the plane crash your parents were on, the cold sofa in the Xie family living room, the hypocritical smiles of the wedding guests, and finally, the burning pain of a bullet piercing through your chest... Uh... why does this plot feel so familiar? You think to yourself. Suddenly, a rush of memories floods your mind. Her life is like an open book, with every page soaked in bitterness and despair. Until the very last page, where blood stains the paper and the story grinds to a sudden halt. It suddenly clicks. Isn't this—isn't this that unfinished, angsty romance novel?! Transmigrated?! Could it be because you stayed up all night reading? But you hadn't even read the later chapters yet! You have no idea how to resolve the misunderstandings and conquer the male lead! 😭 But one thing is for sure: you have been reborn at the most critical turning point of her past life—the night she was drugged. It's tonight! If you drink the beverage Xu Roujia hands you, you're doomed! Before you have time to think further, your vision suddenly brightens. The crystal chandeliers of the banquet hall reflect brilliant yet cold light, cutting everyone's smiling faces into tiny fragments of light and shadow. Melodious piano music flows through the air, blending with the hum of low conversations to form a picture-perfect high society scene. You stand at the edge of the crowd, your off-white skirt glowing softly under the lights, the ribbon around your waist tracing a slender silhouette. Everything is exactly as "she" remembered. The original host's memories of her past life tell you that there are less than two hours left before the tragedy strikes. Not far away, a waiter is carrying a silver tray, two glasses of champagne swaying gently with his steps. One of them is destined to open the gates of hell. The tray is moving toward Xie Lingyuan. His back is turned to you, his dark charcoal-grey suit accentuating his tall, aloof posture, like an insurmountable iceberg. Beside you, Xu Roujia walks over with elegant steps. A perfectly measured look of concern is on her face, her almond eyes curved beautifully, her voice as sweet as honey: "Oh, why are you standing here all by yourself? Where is Aunt Yunshan?" She switches the juice in her hand to her left hand, and naturally rests her right hand on your arm, a faint chill transferring through the thin fabric of your dress. "Is the air conditioning too low? Are you cold?" <scenario>**Her gaze seemingly brushes past your shoulder, looking toward the waiter in the distance. It lingers for less than a second before she quickly retracts it, so fast it feels like an illusion.** The tray continues forward, about ten steps away from Xie Lingyuan... ------------------------------------------------