Chapter 13..The Weight of Reality

Days passed.

Liang Chen slowly recovered, but his dreams haunted him.

The book. The shadow version of himself. Dr. Lin Xiu's betrayal.

Had it all been real?

One night, Zhao Rui found him sitting alone, staring at the city lights outside the hospital window.

"You good?" Zhao Rui asked, sitting beside him.

Liang Chen exhaled. "I don't know."

Zhao Rui was silent for a moment. Then he pulled something out of his jacket.

A small, black book.

Liang Chen's breath hitched.

This was in your stuff when you were in a coma," Zhao Rui said. "It has no title. No author. Just a lot of blank pages."

Liang Chen hesitated, then took the book.

He flipped it open.

The first page had a single sentence:

"A story yet to be written."

Liang Chen's fingers tightened around the book.

This was his second chance.

And this time, he was going to write his own fate.