Deep into the night, dark thick clouds formed until the previous clear sky adorned by several stars was out of sight. Then, roaring thunders sounded, roll after roll, which disturbed the tranquility of the heavens; In the sea of ominous clouds, sheets of light, appearing and disappearing in less than a second, came into sight.

This phenomenon that signaled an imminent downpour brought forth strong winds and the temperature dropped a few degrees lower. Anyone that came out to enjoy the weekend night displayed frowns on their faces due to the unexpected and rapid change of weather.

Suddenly, a blinding light came, illuminating the surroundings in a flash, and accompanied by a loud thunder. The flash was bright that people outside got momentarily blinded while the loudness of the thunder was startling, awaking some from their sleep.

The combination of light and thunder aroused some curiosity. People one by one came out of their doors and inquired one another about the occurrence. However, as none of them had the answers, they were left to suspect what happened.

Meanwhile, in a certain apartment, a slender figure slept on the bed, unawakened by the thunder. Her forehead was decorated with beads of sweat and her face twisted in an ugly expression. With eyes tightly shut, she jerked her head to left and right while making grunting noises.

Screaming as she sat up, she woke up from her nightmare. She breathed heavily and bead of sweats trickled down her face. The dream was vivid she could recall every scene perfectly without missing a single detail, simply frightening. Hugging her knees, she rested her head on them.

Outside, the sea of dark clouds cleared up, leaving a clear sky full of stars. People that went out to play regained the smiles on their faces and those that went out to inquire went back to their houses and slept. However, one person had not recovered her state of mind yet.

The dream shook her up greatly. She tried to calm herself yet the scenes of the dream kept playing on her mind, stirring up her emotions, until she was unable to hold herself anymore and cried.

Crying until she could secrete tears no more, she lied down, tired and sleepy. Pulling the quilt up to her nose, she smelt the fragrance of roses— really nice. She sniffed the pleasant scent again then realization hit her: it was not the subtle sunshine fresh scent of her fabric conditioner!

Surprised by the discovery, she regained her senses and drowsiness slipped out of her body. She clenched the quilt. Thinking she may had mistaken, she smelt the quilt once more. Then, scent of roses entered her nostrils. With her senses confirming that it was not the scent of her fabric conditioner, she felt something amiss.

Immediately, she felt for her phone under the pillows but it was not on its usual place. Continuing to feel for it until both of her arms were stretched widely, she noticed that her single sized bed had grown big.

With the unfamiliar fragrance of the quilt and the huge size bed, she more or less comprehended that it was not her bed.

The fear caused by the dream was gone and it was replaced by the nervousness of finding herself in an unknown place.

Looking around, she found herself in a dimly lit room with the curtains irradiated by subtle lights. She got up from the bed and walked over to the curtains. Her every step was light and taken with vigilance. Then, reaching out for the curtains, she spread them apart.

Welcoming her sight was a beautiful city night view, stunning her for a moment. She opened the window and immediately she felt coldness, caressing her. She enjoyed the cool breeze, which helped her calm her nerves. But when she felt the night chill getting into her bones, she closed the windows but left the curtains open as to let a bit light into the room. She then searched for the light switch; and with a soft click, the room instantly brightened.

Blinded for a moment by the sudden illumination, she squinted her eyes. And through the unclear vision, she could tell that it was a huge room. When she had completely adjusted to the brightness, her eyes shone with amazement. She sized up the room and assessed that it was a bedroom of an upper middle class apartment. "How did I come here?" Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

After watching the finale episode of the currently most popular Korean drama in the country, she checked the time. It was already the wee hours of Monday morning. She had to go to work when the sun was up. So not wasting time, she slept.

"Then I woke up here." She shook her head and dismissed the thought for she remembered more.

She woke up due to a loud bang. The noise came from the other side of the wall, which meant her couple neighbors were in a fight again. Checking the time, she found out that she would be late for work. Immediately, she got up and started moving. After half an hour, she ran out of her apartment.

"As I was running late, I took a taxi instead of a bus." She stopped for when she recalled more of that day, it directly connected to her dream.

In her dream, a big truck that had lost control drove fast to the direction of the taxi she was riding. The taxi driver was able to avoid the truck and they escaped unscathed. However, in the next second, she heard a deafening crash then she lost consciousness.

When she opened her eyes, the clear blue sky greeted her sight. Then a man appeared. His mouth moved as if he was talking to her but all she could hear was mumbled noises. She wanted to tell him she did not know lip reading but she could not for even a simple breathing caused her pain. Although she was muddleheaded because of the extreme pain she was in, the fact that she was dying was as clear as the sky of that day to her.

She was young and her parents were alive and well. She did not want to die before them. As the child, it was her responsibility to mourn for her parents' death and not the other way around. Thus, she wanted to fight for her life, but it was futile. Slowly, her eyesight blurred until darkness enveloped her entire consciousness.

Sitting on the soft mattress, she caressed the bedding. The texture was good to touch, smooth and soft. The sensation on the tips of her fingers was real. "This is not a dream," she concluded. "The dream earlier was not just a dream either. The accident actually occurred... and I died."

As though she was not totally convinced yet, she pinched her arm with a little force. The pinch hurt and left a red mark on her arm. Gently, she rubbed the sore spot to alleviate the pain. "I sense pain. I am alive," she muttered, "but how did I— did I reincarnated?"

She had read several novels of diverse plot lines. And the matter of returning back to life, she had read it also, but thinking for it to happen in reality, she was skeptical.

Remembering all the scenarios related to her situation that she had read in novels and watched in dramas, she settled with one that seemed more plausible to happen. And that was she did not die in the accident but had survived the brink of death.

In summary, she surmised that she had a short term memory, an anterograde amnesia, where she could only remember up to the day of the accident but not the things that came after that, which also explained why she did not have recollections of her recovery and under going therapy.

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The scenario she formulated might be a bit ridiculous. Nonetheless, if one compaed it with the idea of reincarnation, the former was more believable.

To prove that her conjecture was right, she had to search for evidences. Furthermore, she wanted to know her current life, which seemed more pleasant than her previous life, and so, she began her move, starting from the bedside table.

Atop the bedside table was a white phone. Remembering her parents, she thought of giving them a call but gave up the idea because of the lateness of the night. She intended not to disturbed their sleep.

The phone was smaller than the new releases of smartphone, which were becoming more difficult to hold in one hand and required the use of both hands to type efficiently. In contrast, the phone she was holding could be held easily with one hand. And in a glance, she recognized that it was an old model of smartphone. However, it did not come across as timeworn. Its black screen had no scratch on it as if it had just been purchased— good as brand new.

Curious of which company had released the phone, she examined the phone's exterior and found an inconspicuous silver shooting star logo at the back that camouflaged with the white exterior. She racked her brains for a phone brand that used a star logo but she found none.

Before the accident, she worked in a mobile company so she knew the different mobile brands, especially their company's top competitors. And with her lack of knowledge of the phone's brand, she felt incompetent as an employee of their company.

Disinterested, she tossed the phone on the bed then opened the drawer of the bedside table. She attempted to access the phone. However, it was secured by a passcode that she had no idea of. She tried the possible codes that she might think of but even the passcode that she used in her previous phone did not work. Not wanting waste time on it, she redirected her attention to something else: the drawer.

In the drawer, she found pens, flashlight, sleeping mask, sleeping pills, and magazines. All of the things found, the bottle of sleeping pills bewildered her. "Did my unhealthy sleeping habit escalate into insomnia?" She scratched her head. "Perhaps, I developed a trauma and often have nightmares about the accident."

Instead of collecting proof for her conjecture, she collected more questions about her present self and found nothing helpful so she headed to the passageway.

In the room, there was one door and a passageway. Between the two, she chose to venture first the latter as she had supposed that the former led to the living room. And she was not in a hurry to check it for private items and information would surely not lie in there.

The passageway was narrow and dark. Luckily, she found a light switch. She turned on the lights and figured out that the passageway seemed more like a corridor for there was a door in the middle of one wall and another door at the end of the way.

Choosing the nearest door, Yan Xueyue opened the door on the wall. What lied behind it was a walk-in closet, filled with cabinets on both sides. A vanity table was located on the far end of the walkway.

She checked every cabinet. Shoes, bags and clothes occupied only half of their corresponding cabinets but in the eyes of Yan Xueyue, this number was more than enough. She grabbed some pieces of clothes and inspected their tags. Reading the unfamiliar and unpronounceable brand names, she stuffed them back. "These clothes look expensive but not so trendy." She closed the cabinet door. "Perhaps, I bought them on sale."

She scanned the whole closet then her gaze fell on the vanity table. In the mirror, half of her body, shoulders to thighs, was reflected. She wore a matching set of pink sleeveless top and pair of shorts, revealing her bare shoulders, slender arms, and thighs.

Seeing her figure in the mirror, she noticed some changes on it. She became whiter and she lost some weight; her arms and thighs seemed longer and slender while the collarbone became more prominent. Then her gaze moved down to her chest. She gasped in surprise.

She bowed her head and peeked at her breasts; then she stared back at the mirror. She repeatedly made this action of changing looks down to her chest and to the mirror, unbelieving the thing before her.

Discontented with only looking, she grasped her breasts and when she sensed the plumpness in her hands, ultimately, she acknowledged that they were real. However, this realization made her more confused. She slimmed down yet her breasts did not shrink. Instead, it grew bigger, which could only mean one thing: ****** implants!

She felt her knees go weak. She held onto the table for support and sat on the chair, lost in thoughts. The shock tremendously affected her.

She did not look bad before the accident and she was satisfied with her figure. As she was afraid of pain, she never thought of undergoing plastic surgery. Also she was a filial child, who vowed to herself to treasure the appearance that her parents passed down to her.

Knowing that she failed to keep her promise, she became depressed and disappointed of herself. But in a short while, a thought emerged in her mind, 'With the accident's impact, it is possible that I got disfigured. So I had to undergo a plastic surgery and in the process, they improved my figure.'

Thinking that and agreeing that may be the case, she let out a sigh of relief that she might had not intended to deliberately alter her body.

Earlier, when she was in state of lost, she had sat sideways on the chair so her line of sight was away from the mirror but was on the cabinet. Curious of her face, she turned her head to the mirror and saw an unfamiliar face, causing her to stand up in shock.

'Was the impact that great that It ruined my whole face that's why my face had been reconstructed wholly?' she reasoned through a question.

Composing herself, she sat down properly, her eyes shut. Then, her eyelids slowly lifted and she saw her reflection in the mirror.

The person had a messy long black hair because she had not fixed it yet after she had gotten up. Running a hand through it, she fixed her hair that was in disarray; then, she pushed some locks at the back of her ears, and this movement revealed a thin oval face. The skin was milky white and flawless. When she touched her cheek, it felt soft and smooth. Her eyebrows were long and neatly shaped; and under them was a pair of peach blossom eyes that was decorated with thick long eyelashes. Looking down, she noticed that her pink pouty lips were a little dry so she wetted them using her tongue and they moistened, looking glossy. Turning her head to the side, she saw her nose, tall and straight. When she lifted her chin up, her jawline and chin appeared more defined and sharper.

Seeing that she had turned into a beauty, not that her looks were terrible before, she felt the sorrow of breaking her vow dissipated; and a contended smile surfaced on her face.

After gawking at her new face, she scanned the items on the table. Bottles of different sizes had lined up in rows. She tried some perfume until she could no longer bear the tang. She had a sharp sense of smell that sometimes put her in difficult situations. And with one spray, her nose could already be overwhelmed by almost any scent. That was why she preferred mild scented perfumes.

Putting back the bottles on their original places, she noticed a red card behind a bottle. Carefully, she picked it up. The card was folded into half; and when she opened it, English words printed in gold greeted her sight that said, 'For my beloved daughter Xue Yanyue.'

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The corner of her lips tugged into a small smile as she caressed the golden words, particularly eye-catching against the red background. She knew her father was not proficient in English. Receiving such from him, she felt warmth in her chest. "Why didn't I know you have such side, Dad?" she said teasingly as though her father was around.

She failed in her search in the closet but she was not dismayed in the least. The card she found served as a great discovery.

There was not much to see in the vanity table so she decided to venture the door at the end of the passageway-corridor. As she got up, a sudden surge of scenes bombarded her mind.

The scenes played one after another in a fast forward manner. Unable to attune to them, she was tormented by an immense headache to which she paled and grimaced; and the card that she held onto crumpled in her hand, formed into a fist.

The discomfort was intense: she barely supported herself to sit on the chair without falling. Also, it was nonstop and long-lasting, simply torturing her.

When her agony was over, her image in the mirror was in a sorry state. Her forehead was full of sweat; and her face became as white as sheet. She took her gaze off the mirror and it fell on her hand. She loosened her hold on the card. One by one, her fingers lifted, revealing a red paper crumpled into a ball.

So she took the ball of paper and straightened it out. As she tried to flatten every crease, she thought of the cause of her pain: memories of the host.

The surge of scenes that bombarded her mind were memories, not hers but of the host, the owner of the body, who was like her: had the name Xue Yanyue. In other words, she was like a ghost that possessed someone else's body. However, her soul traveled to a different world: a world that had some similarities with her original world.

And with that, it was right to say that earlier, she had been too creative in her assumptions and had herself going with her own fiction.

According to the memories, the owner of the body she had taken over, or the host, was a celebrity. To be specific, she was an uprising actress that had been taking side character roles for two years until she won an award as the best supporting actress in a prestigious film festival.

Half satisfied with the result of the effort she put in on straightening the card, she went back to the bedroom and put the card in the drawer. Although it was not from her father, she did not dare discard it.

With a thump, she slumped on the bed. She stared at the ceiling blankly. Her mind was in a mess.

Earlier, she had thought she survived from that accident; this time, her death was confirmed, which meant that her parents must be grieving because of her.

The idea of her old parents' sad and crying faces prickled her heart. Her nose soured then her eyes watered. When it came about her parents suffering because of her, she could not help but cry.

A few drops of tears trickled down her face. Wiping them, she said, "Didn't I cry earlier?" She looked for tissue, still crying. "Stop crying or else, you'll get dehydrated."

Remembering the box of tissue on the vanity table, immediately she walked to the walk-in closet. When she arrived at the table, she saw her crying reflection. "How can someone cry and still look beautiful?" Aggrieved of how unfair the heavens were, she cried more, "This is unfair!"

"Have you not cried enough yet?" She was not usually this crybaby. However, it seemed that transmigrating into a body of an actress turned her into a nonstop cryer. She slapped her cheeks as to wake up her sleeping indifferent self. Then, returning to the bedroom, she thought of the the matters regarding the host as it helped her divert her thoughts away from her parents, keeping her from crying.

After receiving the award, the host became popular in an instant. Aside from the award's night being that of an international film festival and her winning in it, it was her unexpected nomination and winning that had greatly contributed to her popularity. For someone that was seen as 'not-that-exceptional' to win such award, she would certainly pique people's interest.

Yes, she had moved many hearts with her winning acting, but aside from a little praises, no one had high expectations for her. So when she got nominated and won an award, many were surprised and her followers in social media increased.

Although there were voices that was opposed to her achievement, but they were outnumbered by those that had eyes that finally recognized her skill.

"No matter what you do, there will always be people who will try to pull you down," she commented, "especially to the big trees." For big trees attract the wind.

(Big trees attract the wind — high-profile persons attract jealousy)

Now that she, the transmigrator, had become a celebrity in a blink of an eye, not that she considered the host a big tree, she had to be more careful about her image. Otherwise, people would pick on her every flaw and mistake.

'As if these people are not human themselves,' she thought. 'Although celebrities are public figures, they are humans too. They are not perfect. They commit mistakes.'

"So, in the future, do not judge me," she said, "for I did not choose this life freely." However, every word was useless. Aside from herself, no one could hear her. "Otherwise, why would I choose such a difficult life?"

What she did not like about her new life was the responsibilities and problems that were passed on to her. As a well-behaved child she had not suffered from great difficulties in her past life. However, the host had a past and secret that when dug by those nosy people would definitely stain her reputation and bring her career into ruins.

"With such a past and secret, you dared enter the entertainment industry?" Annoyed, she questioned the host. "You are simply seeking trouble after another."

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