The rain fell heavily.
Not the gentle kind that whispered against windows but the violent, relentless kind that crashed against the world like a storm of grief.
Neon lights blurred across the wet streets, stretching into long, trembling reflections. Cars rushed past, splashing dirty water onto cracked sidewalks. The city breathed heavily beneath the weight of the storm.
Jiang Yanyan stood alone beneath the glowing streetlamp.
Her long coat clung to her body, soaked through. Rain trickled down her hair, slid along her jawline, and dripped from her chin. Yet she didn't move.
Her gaze was distant.
Hollow.
The phone in her hand vibrated continuously, but she ignored it.
Because just minutes ago, she had received the call that shattered everything.
"Miss Jiang… your parents' plane… it crashed."
Her fingers tightened slowly around the phone.
The world around her seemed to fade.
The roaring rain.
The flashing lights.
The rushing cars.
Everything blurred into nothingness.
Her parents.
The only family she had.
Gone.
Just like that.
Her lips trembled.
She opened her mouth but no sound came out.
In her entire life, she had climbed endlessly upward.
From a poor background.
From hunger.
From struggle.
She trained.
She endured.
She fought.
She became a beauty queen.
A master chef.
A world-class fashion designer.
She achieved fame.
Wealth.
Status.
Yet in that moment
None of it mattered.
Not a single thing.
Because the people she worked so hard for…
Were gone.Fragments of a Past Life
She remembered her childhood.
A cramped apartment.
Cold winters.
Her mother sewing late into the night.
Her father skipping meals so she could eat.
They dreamed of nothing more than her success.
And she had given it to them.
Luxury homes.
World tours.
Pride.
But she had also given them distance.
Busy schedules.
Endless meetings.
Nonstop competitions.
"Next time."
"I'll visit next month."
"I'll call tomorrow."
She always thought there would be more time.
But life never waited.
Her vision burned.
Hot tears mixed with rain, sliding down her cheeks.
"I'm sorry…"
Her voice vanished into the storm.She stepped off the curb.
Traffic lights flashed red.
A horn blared loudly.
Someone shouted.
But she didn't stop.
Her feet moved as if pulled by something invisible.
The rain blurred everything.
Her chest felt hollow.
Empty.
She no longer felt fear.
Only exhaustion.
"If this is the end…"
"…then let it be quick."
White headlights exploded into her vision.
The screech of tires tore through the rain.
Then
Impact.
Her body flew backward.
Pain swallowed everything.
Darkness rushed in.
And the world… went silent.She floated.
Weightless.
Soundless.
Time lost meaning.
There was no pain.
No thought.
Only endless darkness.
Then