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In the hotel suite, Dax looked at the detailed information about Alina before him, his face growing
paler.
How could this be? How could he have mistaken her?
Even if it was just a glance, he was certain it was Elara, no one else.
Could it be that Elara had truly died in that cold sea?
Was everything now just a hallucination before his own death?
Dax’s eyes grew darker and darker. Just then, his assistant suddenly knocked on his door: “Mr. Lu, Ms. Alina sent someone to deliver something.”
Outside the door, a stranger handed him a voice recorder, his expression complex:
“Ms. Alina said this is her cousin’s last message, left for you before she passed away.”
Dax nodded stiffly, taking the voice recorder.
Soon, he pressed play.
After a moment of crashing waves, that familiar, deeply engraved voice emerged from the speaker.
“Dax, by the time you hear this recording, I imagine I will have already left this world. I know you’ve been reborn, but I don’t know why you refused to acknowledge me, even hurting me again and again, making me constantly doubt if the you from the last life-the one who loved me so much he’d shatter
himself for me-was ever real. But now, none of that matters anymore, after all, I’m almost dead.”
“What happened in the last life, I was wrong first. I was too foolish then, trusting the wrong people, causing you irreparable harm, so perhaps that ending was what I deserved. In this life, I originally wanted to properly compensate you, to properly love you, but clearly, you don’t need my compensation.
What you’ve done to me, consider it me paying you back. Dax, we’re even now. From now on, live well, and don’t linger for me anymore. If there’s a next life, let’s… not meet again. We’re not a good fit.””
The recording finished playing. A long time passed, so long that the wind and snow outside the window seemed to quiet.
Dax curled up on the floor, repeatedly rewinding and listening to the short recording.
“Live well, and don’t linger for me anymore…
“We’re not a good fit…”
Not a good fit? They clearly loved each other so much, yet they stubbornly, repeatedly missed each
other.
Perhaps they really weren’t a good fit after all?
At this thought, a sharp pain shot through Dax’s right knuckles. He looked down to see his nails digging into his palm, blood trickling down his lifeline.
“Elara, I can’t…” he whispered into the empty air.
A year later, Elara suddenly received a voice message from an unknown number:
“Elara, I spent a year, tracing every place you suffered, and I’ve finally atoned.”
“Elara. I’m coming for you”
“Elara, I’m coming for you.”
“Elara, I love you so much, and I’m sorry. If there’s a next life, please don’t let our paths cross again.
Yesterday
