Why do you have that face?

The world tilted.

Hua Jing's breath came in short, rapid bursts as she stared at the man before her.

That face.

It wasn't Zhao Yan.

It couldn't be.

It was someone she never expected to see in this world.

A face that haunted her every waking moment in her past life. A face she had battled against, stood on equal ground with, and had even—

No.

Fu Jing Rong.

Her greatest rival. Her number one enemy in the entertainment industry.

And yet, here he was.

No. It was impossible.

Her mind reeled, desperately trying to piece together an explanation. Was she hallucinating? Was this another cruel trick played by this world?

She blinked, hard.

But when she opened her eyes, his face was still there.

The same sharp jawline, the same piercing gaze, the same infuriating smirk that used to drive her mad on stage.

But there was something different, too.

Zhao Yan's voice.