Whenever Qiao Ye visited her mother, she often felt a gaze coming from the room next door.
Cold and clammy, like a snake lying in wait, slowly sliding along her back.
At the end of the psychiatric hospital corridor was an iron door that had been locked for years. A dangerous, madman was kept behind it.
People said he was Lu Xianchen, eldest son of the Lu family.
He had once been a ruthless man who stopped at nothing, but after his father killed himself, he went mad overnight. He lost his inheritance and had been confined to a wheelchair ever since, raving and shut away from the world.
The Lu family's devil had become the Lu family's madman.
How tragic!
Everyone said Lu Xianchen was a killer. Qiao Ye kept her distance until she read the silent plea for help that he repeated again and again with his lips.
In the end, Qiao Ye opened that door.
A cold, powerful hand reached out of the darkness and seized her chin.
The man sat in a wheelchair, his face pale, but his gaze terrifyingly lucid. There was nothing mad about him.
"Get me out of here, and I'll make sure you and your family want for nothing for the rest of your lives."
At the risk of her life, Qiao Ye helped him get a message out.
Satisfied, he pulled her close. His knuckles slowly brushed over the scar on her face, as if inspecting a personal possession someone had damaged.
Qiao Ye's whole body stiffened. She felt helpless and afraid.
After being disfigured, this was the first time someone had looked at her like this. There was no disgust, no pity.
Only a cold, obsessive scrutiny.
His emotionless, icy eyes fixed on her as he asked softly, "Qiao Ye, how did you get this scar?"
"An accident when I was eighteen..."
"An accident?" he murmured with elegant deliberation, his voice thin and cold.
The next moment, he leaned closer.
A warm, damp kiss fell on her ugly scar.
Qiao Ye shuddered.
But Lu Xianchen held the back of her neck, his voice low and hoarse, tender to the point of madness.
"They ruined you."
"It's all right."
"From now on, I'll cut off the hand of anyone who touches you."
*
One dark night, Qiao Ye watched Lu Xianchen get pushed from the top floor. She cried out for help, but someone struck her with a club, killing her.
When she woke up, Qiao Ye had returned to the year she was eighteen, before she was disfigured.
That very year, Lu Xianchen, the eldest son of the Lu family, returned from his studies in Switzerland, ready to take over the family business.
Qiao Ye went to Lu Xianchen. "Mr. Lu, please be wary of the people around you at all times. Don't let yourself be put in danger again."
The man in the chair was elegant and refined, composed and self-possessed, nothing like the man in the psychiatric hospital.
Later, Qiao Ye, who had once been repeatedly pushed aside, discovered that everyone in the dance troupe treated her with great respect. They even gave her the best roles outright.
Everyone assumed she had a powerful patron behind her, someone they couldn't afford to offend.
And that person was Lu Xianchen.
The man sat in the shadows, calmly clearing every obstacle from her path.
"Qiao Ye, this time around, you have someone to rely on."
"Qiao Ye, my world is so small that... it has room for no one but you."
*
Qiao Ye was once ballet's brightest rising star.
She made her stage debut at fourteen and astonished everyone with her talent, earning praise from the media as a rare genius.
But when she was eighteen, a spotlight fell from above the awards stage. Her whole body was burned and her face disfigured, ending her chances of ever reaching the international stage.
Everyone said she was finished.
Only Qiao Ye knew she couldn't lose.
Her mother had been the true genius, but a car accident had taken the use of her legs. Qiao Ye would carry on the path her mother had been unable to finish.
In her previous life, she was covered in scars and ten years too late when she finally won the world championship in St. Petersburg. But she died after achieving that glory.
This time, she would stop every tragedy and never let anyone trample her again.
The stage, the glory, the truth: she would take it all back.
*
Happy ending, both characters' first relationship, one-on-one, they save each other.
A dark, obsessive, and unstable male lead, not a perfect character.
Both the male and female leads are reborn, and there was a conspiracy behind the deaths in their previous lives.
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Core theme: Reborn and saving someone else.
