ZHANG JINGHUA POV

As I prepared breakfast in the kitchen, my heart sank when I saw Zhang Yi approaching. Her expression was clouded with worry, far too serious for a young woman on her first day of college.

My daughter was usually bright and cheerful, but today, she was distant, lost in her own thoughts.

I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness seeing her like this, so I asked her what was troubling her.

She hesitated at first, but when I gently pressed, she finally told me about the dreams she’d been having.

As she spoke, my heart pounded with fear and confusion. The names—Rú Yi, Bâo Huā—resonated deep within me. These were not mere dreams.

While listening to my daughter telling me about her dream, my expression changed, and my eyes clouded with a mixture of fear and confusion.

But at the same time, I had to calm her mind and make her forget about her dream.

Still, I forced myself to smile, to offer her reassurance.

“Zhang Yi, it’s just a dream, sweetie,”

I said to her, trying to reassure her, but my voice trembled slightly, which Zhang Yi might have noticed. I also couldn’t stop myself from thinking about her dream, but I had to act normal at the same time since I didn’t want my daughter to notice me more.

As I prepared Zhang Yi for college, my mind was in conflict with itself, trying to figure out why Zhang Yi had those dreams.

I tried to busy myself with household chores after she left, but my thoughts kept circling back to the dream. What had changed?

Why was Zhang Yi remembering this time? Every other reincarnation had been clean, no memories, no reflections.

In all her previous reincarnations, Zhang Yi’s soul had always been reborn with a clean slate, free from the memories and burdens of her past lives. But this time, something was different.

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My worry grew as I pondered Zhang Yi’s memories, which had surfaced so vividly this time, more real than ever before.

"Was there something fundamentally different about Zhang Yi’s current life, or had we missed something crucial in our long- standing efforts to keep these secrets buried”? I thought to myself.

My mind raced as I pondered my next move, trying desperately to calm myself down. I sat at the edge of her bed.

I couldn’t stand the thought of Zhang Yi facing the bitter truth of her past.

Zhang Yi’s father, Zhang Kai, was the only one who could understand the gravity of what was about to happen. But contacting him meant opening doors that had long been sealed shut.

Could I tell him about Zhang Yi’s dream? No… the thought dawned on me, but I pushed it away.

Zhang Kai had spent his entire existence shielding Zhang Yi from the horrors of the curse.

He had sacrificed so much already, and bringing this up would only shatter the fragile peace we had.

He had spent all his reincarnated years pacing, trying to find a way to break the curse. I took a deep breath.

“I don’t want to add this to his worry”

Reaching out to him now would only add to his burden. He had always been there, close yet distant, watching over her, never able to truly be part of our lives.

The curse had stolen him from us, keeping him trapped, just as it had stolen so many others.

As the weight of everything we had lost slowly settled over me—the lives, the love, the family torn apart—I felt the tears well up until they finally broke free.

Every life, every reincarnation had followed the same tragic path. But this time, something is different.

This Zhang Yi is starting to piece together the fragments of her past lives, and this realization can be both a blessing and a curse.

If Zhang Yi becomes fully aware of the truth, there is a chance –just a chance – we could break the curse that had haunted our family for generations.

But it could also deepen the curse, locking her into a fate of unimaginable danger.

My thoughts turned to Zhang Kai, her father. He had suffered too – reincarnated in every life, always nearby but still thought to be dead, and has never been a true part of the family.

The curse had forced him to remain distant, watching over us from the shadows, unable to truly be part of our lives.

My thoughts drifted to the past, to the mistake which had led us, the Zhang family, to this point. The curse had twisted our lives, forcing us to repeat the same tragedy over and over again.

The tears I had held back began to escape, trickling down my cheeks.

The curse that had hunted my family for generations loomed over me, a shadow that had taken so much yet left me with Zhang Yi—a fragile light in the darkness.

My fear for her grew, and as the weight of the past pressed down, my tears spilled over.

My body shook with sobs as I wept, not just for the lives I had lived and the loved ones I had lost, but for the future we were all trapped in, and the sacrifices yet to come.