Chapter Four: The Reality Where He Died

“He isn't trying to finish a movie,” Han Che said. “He's reshooting her death.” The sixth explosion lifted the asphalt. Prediction offered one surviving line, straight off the cliff. Lu Xiao ignored it. Su Wan's breaths came long and short—the rhythm she used to mark jump cuts. Long, short, long, long. On the fourth beat he pulled the handbrake. The car swung through Han Che's impossible angle, skimmed the cliff, and used the seventh blast to rotate in midair. It landed backward on a service road that prediction had never shown. No camera captured the landing. Lu Xiao uncovered the glass. Only one Su Wan remained. She wore white, but held the black version's pistol. She remembered both lives. “You didn't choose,” she whispered.