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Betrayed and killed by those she trusted, Mia Qin is given a second chance at life. Armed with memories of her tragic past, she returns with a single goal—revenge. But when cold and calculating Ethan Fu steps into her path, everything changes. As secrets unravel and sparks fly, Mia must decide: will she lose herself in vengeance, or find redemption in love?

When I Met You Again

Chapter Eleven: The Mirror Room

The moment Isabelle drifted to sleep, she knew it wasn't an ordinary dream.

She wasn't in her bed. She stood barefoot in a circular chamber, walls made of obsidian mirrors stretching endlessly into darkness. No ceiling. No floor. Just a quiet, humming stillness.

Her reflection didn't mimic her. It stared back with knowing eyes, older somehow, softer around the edges. Dressed in 19th-century silk. Hair pinned high like an oil portrait come to life.

And stepped forward—out of the mirror.

They stood face to face, mirror images yet not identical. Belle moved like memory, slow and elegant. Her voice was soft, but carried the weight of forgotten lifetimes.

"You've come far," Belle said. "Further than I ever did."

Isabelle couldn't speak. Emotion clawed at her throat. Fear. Grief. Awe.

"Julian has been taken," Belle continued, her tone grave. "You remember the temple? The altar? That was real. That was us."

Fragments rushed back. An oath whispered beneath candlelight. A betrayal. A man with ash in his eyes. Blood on the stones.

"Why?" Isabelle managed to ask. "Why is this happening again?"

Belle stepped closer. "Because the cycle never broke. You are the key. You always were."

Suddenly, the mirrors rippled. Shadows began to crawl within them. Dozens of half-formed faces pressed against the glass from the other side.

"They're waking," Belle said. Her form flickered.

Isabelle felt a tug—a force pulling Belle back toward the mirror.

Belle reached out, their fingers just touching.

A jolt of memory.

Fire. Screaming. A promise made in a collapsing temple.

Belle's final words echoed as she dissolved into light:

"Break the mirror, and the door opens."

Isabelle woke with a gasp, soaked in sweat.

And there, beside her bed, was a shard of obsidian mirror lying on the floor.

[End of Chapter Eleven]