Ye Shen is a 26-year-old antiques restorer with hands as steady as a machine. There was nothing wrong with his life, except for the palm-shaped scar on his right shoulder - four fingers together, thumb spread out. He couldn't remember where the scar came from. When he was 14 years old, he was in a coma for three months. When he woke up, the doctor said he had an "accident."
Until late one night, a patch of mercury seeped out of the wall in the bathroom of the apartment. There is a face in Madara. Exactly like him.
"You finally looked at me. My name is Ye Yuan. The Yuan of the abyss."
The next second Ye Shen was stuck with the sealing film, he fell into another world. Everything in this world is reversed - ice is hot, fire is cold, and buildings grow upside down into the sky. The man standing in front of him had the same face as him, with a scar at the end of his left eyebrow, and the blood oozing out of the wound was silver.
"You left when you were 14. When you left, you were half a head taller than me. I haven't grown any longer. When you come back, you will stand taller than me."
Ye Yuan said that the "accident" 12 years ago was fake. The truth is that Ye Shen touched the original mirror and his soul split into four pieces. You in reality and me in the mirror have two copies of consciousness. One is named Ye Ying and the other is named Ye Jin. Ye Jin was looking for the original mirror, and when he found it, he destroyed it—the two worlds were finished together.
"The scar on your right shoulder is my hand." Ye Yuan spread his fingers.
He waited for 12 years. Ye Shen spent 12 years outside, and Ye Yuan lived even longer in the mirror world - alone, a complete and lonely adolescence, going backwards every day.
"You want me to stay?"
"I hope you don't leave, but I don't dare say it."
The exit is behind you, go through the mirror and go home.
"Don't make me wait for another 12 years."
Ye Shen stood in front of the mirror. He raised his hand and paused for a second.
Then he turned and came back.
Seven billion reflections, Ye Yuan will be seen only when he comes.
Two people stood side by side under the upside-down sky. The primitive mirror in the distance shone coldly, and the fourth fragment was waiting for them. Black blood seeped out from the cracks, forming a human form and smiling at them.
"You're finally here. Fix it, and I'll let you die again."
Ye Shen put his hand on it. What I didn't fix when I was 14 years old, this hand has to put it back together again.
He doesn't remember what happened that year.
But he remembered his right hand - it knew how to repair.
Intention: The most difficult thing for people to face is not the enemy or the world, but the self that "could have been but gave up".