-Inside the Hu Residency study room-
After expressing their concern Father and Mother Hu left the study room to .
I have been sitting on the sa spot for quite so ti now. 'Everything feels surreal to .'
I feel that I am in a glass city and it is on the verge of shattering to pieces. That box's content seems to weigh more than Mt. Everest at this point.
That box may hold the key to her re-incarnation as well. Like any other sane person, this box is a literal representation of Pandora's Box.
While the Elizabeth within is ready to blaze through. It is absurdly the emotions of my current identity Bai Chang that keeps from approaching the box.
All of a sudden, I am wrapped in a warm hug from my back. The familiar sll of lemon and hint of an aftershave calm my nerves down. I was too lost in my thoughts that I failed to notice my surroundings.
"It's alright my Queen. You walk the road you have to. While I will provide the required reinforcents," Qiang said. His voice rings with love and, with a sense of responsibility in my ear.
That warmth provided unsaid courage to . I stare away at the box, while Qiang continues to hug . We stayed like that for an unknown amount of ti.
Out of nowhere, Qiang kissed on my cheeks and moved to leave the study room. I hold onto his hands.
(An act, very unlike .)
"Let's open it together," I said to him.
He paused but didn't make a move, "Are you sure?" He asked.
To which I replied, "I am."
That box has been sitting on the main study table for the whole night. As I am sitting on one side of the table, Qiang moved towards the other side and we sit across each other.
The box is sitting between us.
I take a deep breath and finally open the box.
(My very own rendition of Pandora's Box.)
As I open the box, the first thing that assails my nose is the sharp sll of old paper.
Following which is a plethora of papers. There were all types of papers in them.
There were official docunts, research journals, notes and unnecessary cover or junk papers to hide the actual content among them.
The nuances are hidden among the paper trails. Looking at all those papers, I have a gut feeling in .
'This is most probably the start of a treasure hunt. While within these papers lies the first piece of the puzzle.'
(Because this arrangent, felt oddly familiar to )
I automatically comb through the papers
As I try to sort through the piles of papers; my sense of deja vu strengthens. The more I work through these papers, I find more of these egoistic junk codes; that I as Elizabeth, learned from my Star Ti System parents.
(They are the most vivid part of my mory from my childhood of previous life. The first thing my parents taught as part of the entertainnt was treasure hunting through paper trails.)
'The more I get into it, the more I find it identical to the Star Ti System.'
'The actual world that I belonged to '
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You may ask why? Well, we crossed a small milestone this week. We completed 50 chapters of the Bai Chang & Hu Qiang story.
We crossed 50K views over the main story page.
This is my first attempt to write the story that I wanted to read on WN for a long ti now. It's been 2 months of commitnt.
And I thank you all 168 readers, who have collected the story in their library to read. I may not know you by na or you are my silent readers but I appreciate every one of you for your presence and ti that you spend to read the story. It is my motivation to write and I wanna deliver the best story to you all. So hang on with on this journey
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