Golden decorations filled the room. Soft music played in the background.
At the center of it all—
Zhao Rui and Liang Yue, dressed in wedding attire.
They looked happy. Laughing. Surrounded by friends and family.
Liang Chen stepped forward, ready to call out to them—
But no one saw him.
No one even noticed he was there.
His chest tightened. He turned to the nearest mirror, hoping—praying—he would see his reflection.
Nothing.Panic rose in his throat. He spun around, his gaze landing on a large screen at the front of the hall.
There, his own face stared back at him.
But not in celebration.
It was a memorial photo.
"In loving memory of Liang Chen."
He took a shaky step back.
"I… I died?"
The air around him grew colder. The edges of his vision blurred.
Suddenly, the scene shifted again.