Darkness didn't feel like darkness.
It felt… quiet.
Too quiet.
No pain.
No weight.
No thoughts.
Just silence.
Until
A sound broke through it.
A heartbeat.
Slow.
Faint.
Then
Another.
And another.
Warmth followed.
Soft.
Unfamiliar.
"…Push!"
A voice.
Distant.
Panicked.
"…She's losing strength hurry!"
The world shifted violently.
Pressure
Tight
Crushing
And then
Light.
Blinding.
A sharp cry filled the air.
Not from outside.
But from him.
Lin Mo
No
Not Lin Mo anymore.
A newborn child lay in trembling hands.
"…He's breathing!"
"…The baby's alive!"
Voices overlapped.
Relieved.
Shaken.
The child's small body trembled.
Eyes barely open
Unfocused.
And yet
For a brief moment
Something flickered.
A fragment.
Light.
Chains.
A voice
"…Lin Mo…"
Then
Nothing.
The memory disappeared.
Gone
Like it had never existed.
"…What should we name him?"
A pause.
"…Mo Lin."
The name settled softly.
As if it had always belonged to him.
The child stilled.
Unaware.
Unknowing.
Reborn
Without memory.
Without power.
Without the world he once knew.
Far away
Darkness stirred.
Mo Ran stood still.
His eyes slowly opened.
The connection
Weaker now.
Fainter.
But still there.
"…You changed."
A pause.
"…But you're still mine."
The words came out low.
Possessive.
Unshaken.
A slow smile formed.
"…Then I'll find you again."
No matter how many lifetimes
No matter how far you fall
I will always find you.
And somewhere in the human world
A child slept peacefully.
Unaware
That fate had already begun moving again.
A new life… bound to an old destiny.