A Fate Intertwined

The night was silent. 

Feng Ruoxi sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the dim glow of the city beyond the massive windows of her room. The air was thick with the scent of rain, the soft patter of droplets against the glass the only sound accompanying her thoughts. 

She had spent years perfecting the art of silence—of stillness. In her past life, silence was her weapon, the tool she used to slip past guards undetected, to listen in on whispers meant to be kept secret, to strike before her enemies even knew she was there. 

And yet, tonight, the silence felt different. It wasn't the calm before a mission or the quiet satisfaction of a job well done. It was a silence filled with unanswered questions, with shadows of a past she had never lived, yet now belonged to. 

Bai Yunshu was dead. But she wasn't. 

She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she took a deep breath.