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The autumn sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow on my desk, illuminating the legal books and documents that lay scattered across it. It also warmed my calm heart in this moment.
Years later, I had become a lawyer, dressed in a tailored suit, navigating between the courtroom and my law firm. I had realized my dream of defending those who had been wronged, using my knowledge and experience to fight for their rightful claims.
I still vividly remember my first time standing in court; my palms were slightly sweaty, and my heart raced. But when I saw the hopeful face of the defendant sitting at the front, my nervousness dissipated, replaced by an inexplicable sense of mission. I recalled my own past experiences, the feelings of helplessness and despair. Taking a deep breath, I told myself that I had to win this case; I wanted to use my abilities to help more people like me avoid repeating my mistakes.
Every case I handled over the years reflected a mirror of my painful past. Those who were wronged, bullied, or ignored—their stories and experiences always resonated with me. Sometimes, I would wake up in the middle of the night, dreaming that I was back in that dark cell, haunted by cold iron bars and blinding lights. Upon waking, my back would be drenched in sweat, and my heart would be pounding.
Yet it was precisely that painful experience that strengthened my conviction and made me cherish the value of justice even more. I understood that justice was never easily obtained; it required our efforts to pursue and protect it. I was willing to give everything for this cause, even if it meant reliving those pains.
I had helped many people and earned their respect. Seeing the smiles return to their faces and hearing their heartfelt gratitude filled me with immense comfort and satisfaction. I knew that everything I did was worthwhile.
I had become a respected lawyer; my name had become a symbol of justice in many people's hearts. This filled me with pride and further solidified my path.
Amidst the busy work schedule, I occasionally thought of that mysterious ancient book and the incredible experience of rebirth it had brought me. That book had long since vanished from sight, but I still remembered its cover adorned with strange symbols and the ancient, mysterious aura it emanated. I often pondered where that book came from and whether my rebirth was a coincidence or destiny.
Though I did not know the origins of that ancient book or the secrets behind my rebirth, I believed that there was a greater design at play. Perhaps my rebirth was meant to fulfill my mission—to uphold justice and protect fairness.
At this moment, standing in court with the solemn national emblem before me, pride and responsibility filled my heart. I knew there was still a long road ahead with more challenges waiting for me. But I was ready to face everything because I believed that justice would prevail!
In the quiet of night, sitting alone in my study while gazing at the flickering neon lights outside, an inexplicable sense of familiarity washed over me. It felt as if I were immersed in a scene from a past life yet unable to grasp its specific details. This sensation was like a thin thread pulling me toward an unknown realm—a future filled with mysteries…
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