Serendipity

Xu Yi was awakened by the resonating chants of Buddhist scriptures.

The profound and obscure verses infiltrated her consciousness, causing her restlessness and prompting her to wake up.

As she opened her eyes, she was greeted by a vast expanse of radiant golden hues.

Momentarily taken aback, Xu Yi’s memories quickly flooded back, recalling the events that had transpired before.

She extended her palm and glanced down, finding her delicate and fair fingers unchanged.

Furrowing her brows, she retrieved a piece of lustrous mirror.

The reflection revealed a face that was both bewildering and familiar.

The ethereal aura and the halo of Buddhist light she had imagined were nowhere to be found.

Xu Yi’s lips curled into a wry smile, tinged with a hint of mockery.

She had let her imagination run wild; how could she possibly encounter such fortuitous events as those experienced by Liu Jinghong?