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Chapter 113: A face she could never forgive

Chapter 113: A face she could never forgive

Hua Jing stilled, her entire body locked in place as Zhao Yan’s question echoed in her mind.

Are you running from me?

Her nails dug into her palms.

She slowly turned, her gaze colliding with his once again.

The moonlight was a thief, its silver glow exposing every sharp contour of his face, every familiar feature she had wished never to see again.

A face etched into her worst memories.

A face she had sworn to loathe for eternity.

A face that belonged to the one man she could never forgive.

Fu Jingrong.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Her chest tightened.

She wanted to deny it.

To convince herself that she was seeing things, that this was just a cruel trick of fate.

But no matter how many times she blinked, his face did not change.

The sharpness of his cheekbones.

The perfect arch of his brows.

The cold, unreadable eyes that always seemed to mock her, no matter the situation.

Everything about him was exactly the same as that man.

The man she hated beyond reason.

Hua Jing felt her entire world tilt on its axis.

Back in their original world, her rivalry with Fu Jingrong was legendary.

The entire entertainment industry knew it.

They had never seen eye to eye.

Not once.

They had only ever acted in a single movie together, and even then, the tension had been so thick that the director almost lost his mind.

They were like oil and water, never meant to mix.

If she saw him in the hallways of their agency, she would turn the other way.

Most of the time, he would do the same.

Because they despised each other.

But their hatred...

Their hatred had started long before they entered the industry.

For everyone else, their feud was a mystery.

A rivalry between two top actors, fueled by competition and clashing egos.

But the truth was far deeper than that.

The truth was something Hua Jing had never spoken about.

Something she had buried so deep in her heart that even she had stopped thinking about it.

Because Fu Jingrong had wronged her in a way she could never forgive.

And now, Zhao Yan was standing before her with that same face.

It made her stomach twist in rage and betrayal.

It made her want to run.

It made her want to fight.

But more than anything—

It made her want to scream.

She felt her hands shake as she clenched them at her sides.

How could this be happening?

How could the man she despised the most share a face with the one person she had begun to...

She couldn’t even finish the thought.

She had felt something for Zhao Yan.

She had started to like him.

And now?

Now, every time she looked at him, she would see Fu Jingrong.

How was she supposed to accept that?

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breathing shallow.

Zhao Yan didn’t move, his dark eyes locked onto her, filled with something she couldn’t decipher.

It was as if he knew exactly what she was thinking.

As if he was watching her come apart, piece by piece, and waiting for her to do something.

To say something.

But she couldn’t.

She refused to acknowledge it.

Instead, she forced a breathless laugh, but there was no humor in it.

"How ironic," she whispered.

Zhao Yan’s gaze flickered. "What is?"

She swallowed hard, her throat dry.

"You wouldn’t understand," she said coldly.

And then, before he could say another word—

She turned.

And walked away.

Her footsteps were unsteady, her entire being still reeling from the impossible truth.

Zhao Yan’s gaze remained locked on Hua Jing’s retreating figure, her steps hurried, as if putting distance between them would somehow erase what had just happened.

But how could he let her leave like this?

His steps were light, barely making a sound as he followed her. He knew she didn’t want to see him right now. He knew that the moment he removed his mask, this would be her reaction.

And yet, no matter how much he had prepared himself for this moment, it still hurt.

He had debated revealing his face for a long time. He had spent countless nights gripping the edges of his mask, wondering if he should just pull it off and let her see him.

But he had always hesitated.

Because he knew.

He knew exactly how Hua Jing would look at him the moment she saw his face.

And now, that moment had come, and it was worse than he imagined.

Hatred.

Betrayal.

Shock.

Her expression had been identical to the one she used to wear back in their original world.

Back when she had looked at Fu Jing Rong with nothing but pure loathing.

His fingers curled at his sides.

Zhao Yan—or rather, Fu Jing Rong—had known for a long time now that this world was nothing ordinary.

That this was not some dream or some elaborate hallucination.

No, this was real.

He had been given another life, another chance, and yet, no matter where fate placed them, it seemed that she would always look at him with the same disgust.

He still remembered the moment he first realized who he was in this world.

Back when Zhao Yan’s spirit had been momentarily torn from this body and brought into that other world—the world where he saw Hua Jing for the first time.

At first, he had not understood what was happening.

One moment, he had been Zhao Yan, Crown Prince of Zhen, fighting for his right to the throne.

The next, he had been Fu Jing Rong, waking up in a hospital bed in a world so foreign, so strange, that he had thought he had lost his mind.

He had seen a different version of himself, living a different life.

And he had seen her.

Hua Jing, the top actress of that world.

It had been disorienting, experiencing memories that didn’t belong to him—seeing glimpses of a rivalry, of cold glares exchanged between two people who were supposed to be strangers but weren’t.

And then, just as quickly as he had been pulled into that world, he had been thrust back into this one.

But he had returned with all of those memories intact.

He had returned knowing exactly who she was.

Knowing exactly who he was.

And suddenly, everything made sense.

Why he had always felt drawn to her.

Why, despite her being just another political piece in his life, he had felt something stir within him every time she was near.

Why, from the moment she became his consort, his carefully laid plans had started to unravel.

Because this wasn’t their first life together.

This was a second chance.

And yet, fate was cruel.

Because even now, when the heavens had placed her in front of him once again, she was still running from him.

His chest tightened as he watched her storm away, her shoulders tense, her fists clenched.

Zhao Yan’s fingers twitched.

How was he supposed to fix this?

How was he supposed to make her look at him without hatred in her eyes?

This time, he wasn’t Fu Jing Rong.

This time, he wasn’t the man she had spent years despising.

This time, he was Zhao Yan.

And he wasn’t going to let her slip away again.

He quickly reached out his hand, "Hua Jing!"

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