As the white light faded, Scholar Jane’s consciousness converged like a receding tide. She found herself standing in a Pure White Space, the floor as smooth as a mirror, reflecting countless versions of herself. Each reflection moved differently—some were running, some were lost in thought, and others turned to look at her, their lips curled into eerie smiles.
"Financier Qiyue?" she called out. Her voice echoed through the vast, empty space, but there was no response.
Suddenly, ripples spread across the floor, and a memory surfaced beneath her feet:
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