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In the days that followed, our meetings became increasingly frequent. He began to gradually step into my life. As the weather turned colder, he would remind me to dress warmly and thoughtfully brought me scarves and gloves. Knowing that I preferred quiet places, he took me to a serene little bookstore and even reserved a window seat in advance. He even baked a lopsided little cake by hand to please me.
One day, while we were walking in the park, he noticed my distracted demeanor and quietly asked, "Xiao Yan, do you have something on your mind?"
At that moment, my throat tightened, and I didn’t know how to respond; I could only shake my head and say, "It's nothing."
On the way home, I couldn't help but ask him, "If you had the chance, how would you face the loss of someone important?"
He stopped in his tracks and looked seriously into the distance. "I would do my best to make amends. As long as there’s a chance, I would never give up."
His answer struck a chord within me and made me start to reevaluate myself—perhaps this journey was not just about changing the past but also about learning how to confront issues in love.
However, as our relationship gradually warmed up, I began to feel a twinge of unease.
During the wedding preparations, while sorting through old belongings, I came across an old diary. The yellowed pages contained my youthful musings—hopes that my future partner would be respectful, responsible, and a bit romantic... wishing we could cook together, take walks, and watch movies...
Everything aligned astonishingly well with what Chen Jiahe was doing now.
That night, I sat alone on the edge of my bed, holding the diary in my hands while watching the faint glow of the pendant shimmering in the moonlight. For some reason, an indescribable sense of unease enveloped me.
Why is Chen Jiahe so perfect?
Why is he able to precisely meet every one of my expectations?
At that moment, a cold breeze fluttered the pages of the book, and the Pendant seemed to emit a strange glow...
The wedding day was drawing closer, suffocating me with anxiety. Over the weekend, I attempted to tidy up my room to make space for the new life ahead, but the inexplicable restlessness in my heart lingered on.
In the bedroom, sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a soft halo, yet to my eyes, this warm hue felt glaring and hypocritical.
I struggled to move the heavy wardrobe, my arms aching to the point where I could barely lift them. Sweat trickled down my forehead and dripped onto the carpet. Just as I managed to shift the wardrobe slightly, a small box on top suddenly slipped off and hit the floor with a loud thud.
The sound was like thunder, jolting me completely.
The lid of the box flew open, scattering its contents all over the floor. I crouched down to pick them up but froze in place the next second.
A Pendant lay quietly on the ground, its silver chain glinting with a familiar sheen in the sunlight.
That sense of familiarity took my breath away.
It was identical to my Pendant!
I reached out, my fingertips trembling slightly as I picked up the Pendant. The weight, shape, intricate patterns... every detail was exactly right; even the length of that chain was a perfect match.
An indescribable sense of unease exploded in my chest, as if something was pressing down on me, nearly suffocating me.
Why does Chen Jiahe have the same Pendant as mine?
This is definitely not a coincidence!
“Xiao Yan, I’m back.” His voice came from outside the door, followed by the sound of a key turning in the lock.
In the next moment, he pushed the door open and walked in, carrying a bag of fruit. Upon seeing the bedroom door ajar, he walked straight over. “What are you doing?”
His tone was warm, even carrying his usual kindness, but at that moment, his voice sounded unbearably grating to my ears.
I tightened my grip on the Pendant in my hand, slowly standing up and turning to stare at him intently. “Jia He, is this… yours?”
His gaze fell on the Pendant I held. In that instant, the smile on his face froze completely.
He stood there, stunned, like a machine that had suddenly lost power. He remained motionless, his expression so complex it sent chills down my spine.
“How do you have this?” I stepped closer to him, my voice trembling uncontrollably as if it could tear through the air. “Why is it exactly the same as mine?”
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