Pure Melody, Glazed Glass

The dim lamplight flickered beneath the dark night sky, threatening to go out at any moment. So I turned and went inside, then carefully trimmed the charred wick with a pair of scissors, hoping to make the flame burn brighter, to make the night brighter, or perhaps... to make my own heart shine a little brighter.

I have been here for a year now, and I have long since grown used to this life. These hands, which once could not even mend a tear, can now embroider decent patterns. But the twenty years I once lived cannot be erased so easily. The bustling traffic that comes into sharp focus whenever I wake from a midnight dream constantly reminds me that I do not belong in this world...

My name is Liuli, or rather, my name now is Guaerjia Liuli. Once... once, my name was Qin Ziyin. It is a name sealed deep in my mind, along with memories of waking in terror and screaming night after night. I never believed in the supernatural. For someone who believed in atheism, transmigration was the greatest irony.

Yes, transmigration. One of the trendiest things these days, and one of the things I once scorned most. So, as for now, or more accurately, a year ago, was all this punishment for my blasphemy against the very idea? Heaven was being far too cruel.

Just abandon the life I had before?

Just accept the life I have now?

Perhaps some things, once destined from the beginning, can never be changed...