Make You Pay

Clara pushed herself to her knees, then to her feet, her legs shaky but her resolve stronger than ever. In the mirror across the room, she saw herself as if for the first time. She was no longer Clara, the pitiful heroine.

She was Liying, the proud daughter of the heavens.

The transformation was instantaneous. Clara—no, Liying—was no longer the nervous, fumbling woman who had been plagued with insecurities. The moment her memories returned, her entire demeanour shifted.

The shyness that once cloaked her was gone, replaced with an air of confidence and dominance. She no longer fidgeted with her gown or worried about her modesty, instead, she carried herself with poise, radiating an aura that demanded attention and respect.

Liying's gaze, sharp and calculating, fell on the hooded man before her. The figure stood motionless, shrouded in an aura of shadow and menace, as if waiting for her to break the silence.