ZETIAN’S POVThe first thing I saw was the mirror.And the girl staring back at me… was me — but not the me I remembered.Her skin was flawless. Her eyes bright, unscarred by betrayal. Her hair still held that youthful shimmer I hadn’t seen in years. There were no burns, no scars, no ghosts in her gaze. Just innocence — pure, untouched, alive. I was in my younger version, when I was to turn 19.My fingers trembled as I touched my face. My reflection did the same.“I… came back to life?” I whispered, voice shaky, foreign.The phone beside the mirror blinked with a notification.Tuesday, July 7, 2020.Cindy’s birthday.My heart stopped.I was back in time.Back before the acid.Before the betrayal.Before the wedding.For a moment, I just stood there — still, numb — as the realization sank in. Then, slowly, a bitter laugh slipped through my lips.“So this is the Moon Goddess’ sense of humor,” I muttered, half-laughing, half-crying. “She sends me back… to the very beginning to ridicule
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