The Aftermath of The Battle

Far away in Q City, Ying Yue sat on the floor of her room, trembling as she tried to stop the bleeding from her nose. Her hands were stained red, and the metallic tang of blood filled her senses. The tears running down her cheeks only blurred her vision further as her mind fought to cling to the memories slipping away like grains of sand through her fingers.

"No…" Ying Yue whimpered, clutching her chest. "Please, not again…"

The memories she had cherished—the stories, emotions, and fragments of Chang’e’s past—were disappearing faster than ever. But what hurt more was the knowledge that they weren’t truly hers.

Her trembling hands gripped the edge of the desk as resentment crept into her heart, unbidden but impossible to ignore.

"Why does she get everything?" Ying Yue whispered hoarsely, her voice cracking with bitterness. "Why does Ming Yue get to be the true reincarnation? The one destined to live, to carry Chang’e’s power, while I’m just…"