the voice echoed softly, almost accusing."But why do I still feel like two people inside the same body?"102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuduH6lr19s
The silence that followed was thick, stretched between timelines. Zhang Huan-An—no, Yu Yong-An—stood before the mirror, unsure who exactly was speaking. Himself? A remnant? Or the ghost of a choice never made?102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzTSmhy1HoQ
"I remember your memories," he whispered, fingertips brushing against the cold glass."But they don't belong to me. Not really."102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXJgvttCIyC
From within, a reply surfaced—not spoken aloud, but felt like an echo threading through his veins.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtevhltBX2n
"Then whose life did you live during those 281 days?"102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTeDKqFgxSR
He didn't answer.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs2yPghESpr
His reflection stared back at him—not quite right. The posture was his, the scars too. But the eyes? The eyes held a weight he had never known until that dreamlike season where time broke apart and remade itself.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZj8WjdY5Ms
"Do you remember the rooftop? The rain?"the voice inside pressed."That was my fear. My ending. And now it's become yours."102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdN1IEkoUJh
He turned away. The room behind him was dim, dust suspended in unmoving air. Nothing had shifted since he woke—yet everything had changed.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvBpGHewcoM
"They said integration would bring peace," he muttered."But this… this feels like exile. I can't go back. I can't move forward."102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhmpdbKzWMK
"Then choose."102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG4EZbeiZiZ
The whisper again. No longer from within—but from just behind. He didn't turn. He knew nothing would be there. And yet—102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr8JB6zZATN
"Choose who you want to remain."102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqSjznqbk8J
He clenched his fists. The names—Zhang Huan-An, Yu Yong-An—lay heavy on his chest like layered truths. Too real to discard. Too overlapping to claim.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZougTfX48B
"What if I don't want to be either?"he asked the air, voice hoarse.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6viLcJvo0Y
"Then become what only you can be—""The memory that survives the collapse."102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuGnrCFGA8k
The mirror cracked.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY3lqgkwqdO
Not from pressure, not from sound.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa2NtRSH05o
From time.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmrHuXvpJ4S
And as the fracture split his reflection in two, he realized:102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp70eCRyCW0
They had never truly been separate.And now, they could never truly merge.They would simply continue—102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwNDzqXqP4s
Layered.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvuTIG2Mnln
Fragmented.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2jEyuDYm1y
Echoing.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYghva11OUF
"Reflections That Do Not Return"102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLPU2kChTe7
When the mirror shattered, time fractured with it.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaUTzjGOAvb
The cracks radiated outward like webbing, each fissure revealing a version of himself—some younger, others older, some cold and unfeeling, others brimming with unshed tears.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQE04gLin1U
"Are these… all me?"102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJJRkwMnTRD
His voice wavered in the still air, unsure whether he was questioning the mirror—or the fractured soul it reflected.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5AKSjWUoTF
A shard broke loose, falling to the floor with a soft chime. Yet the reflection it cast wasn't of the room he stood in—it was of time:Friday's dusk. Tuesday's echo. The moment the cross appeared. The final turn of her silhouette.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDScT13ioJL
"You're not choosing an identity,"said a voice—feminine, calm, not quite Yang An-Ting, not quite Li An-Qing, but holding the gentleness of both."You're choosing which version of yourself will survive."102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeBGp956zxg
He gazed down at the scattered fragments.Each one led to a future that could never return to the beginning.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp25ekL7dP4
"And if I choose nothing?" he asked, barely audible.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEFWK7L81xt
"Then you'll remain trapped here—in this fracture—until the next cycle calls you back."102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDWhwsdKHns
Silence again.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmsGP1rYLey
And then, softly, he said:102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNQKJHQDZJJ
"I don't want to wake again—Not if waking means forgetting her."102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoBK1qw3ixv
The mirror flickered.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF1S9IvhpjG
A memory surfaced, replaying on its own:"You won't remember what I said. But you'll remember that it turned dark… and I didn't leave."102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKb5nNEp9zY
It was her voice—Li An-Qing.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvWhuBzJHek
It was the eternity hidden within Friday.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJyxMQlKFWv
No more ticking clocks.No more voices.Only the sound of breath—and something deeper, like the echo of his own heartbeat splintering through time.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9fphOgUTWf
A crack ran across the floor, slow but certain, as if time itself was fracturing.One wrong step—and he would fall into a past that no longer wanted him.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3BvrLcx1SN
He knelt, picking up the fallen shard.In its surface, memory stirred—not his, but sharp enough to cut.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIK2cs5nhLI
"He said he'd come back… He promised me."102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6iF51wF5Sd
It was Yang An-Ting's voice—young, certain, heartbreakingly full of hope.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhgi8AN0dly
Another fragment reflected Li An-Qing, standing at the edge of an abandoned railway.A timestamp flickered in her eyes:2025.2.19 // 28:01102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmOBKrABnoR
She whispered,102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCMwcujGk7A
"Memory isn't for forgetting. It's for choosing."102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdMeCUllGAh
Something inside him pulled—gently at first, then with force.A sorrowful gravity.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD4Si6AYDWe
The kind that lived in her voice,in her silence,in every name lost to time.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeQeZ0eQLyF
"Then how do I choose?" he asked—not to the mirror, but to everything.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUpuJX1xWJv
"Choice," the voice answered from beyond the glass,"isn't an answer. It's a cost."102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAMooshuyxp
He opened his eyes.The fracture was pushing him toward a precipice—an end written long ago but never read aloud.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVXpHBrS3cS
"You've remembered too much," the voice murmured,"and forgotten more than you know.So now, only one question remains—Who will you stay for?"102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8PAnnMf2Mg
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"You've always remembered,"Yang An-Ting's voice was gentle, but unwavering."You just didn't want to admit it."102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWyuTt0Fp32
"And you've never let go,"Li An-Qing's voice followed, soft and clear, like light after rain."Because deep down, you knew—it wasn't yours to end."102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhIz25uOHcu
He stood between the mirror and the rift,Behind him, the remnants of the past.Before him, an exit with no name.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAK2K7OHbUt
"If I can't be him, and I can't remain only myself… then what's left?"102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2Bk8uvuqKk
"Memory,"they said together.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjXMZTvJ6ye
Not a name.Not an identity.But something heavier—something that could pierce through time itself.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRBAZNJg0Ik
If names could be forgotten, then let them fade.If identities could collapse, then stop defining them.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8H9WjZ5gvS
"You don't need a name,"Yang An-Ting whispered."You've already remembered us.""You just need to keep walking,"Li An-Qing followed,"Not for anyone. Not even for yourself."102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYf5DxoD2VN
The rift began to close—not as an end, but as a quiet reconfiguration.The shattered timelines wove into each other, forming a new path—one that required no right or wrong, no labels, no return.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVxSLSiNjXz
It was the third route.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd0DTBzY6BZ
Not back.Not in circles.But—102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwE5FloxSEY
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