The signs of intrusion in their home hung in the air like an unspoken threat, a silent declaration that the Silver Family's pursuit was relentless. Lin Xiaoxia and Xu Yuan could feel the walls closing in—they were trapped in a meticulously crafted temporal prison, with no clear escape.
For safety, Lin Xiaoxia and Xiaoya relocated to a secluded town, hoping the distance would buy them time. Yet, even in unfamiliar surroundings, the sensation of being watched persisted—an unseen gaze tracking their every move, as if time itself had eyes.
Xu Yuan’s memories continued to resurface, revealing fragments of a fractured legacy. He recalled the schism within his family—his grandfather’s fanatical obsession with mastering time, and the faction that opposed him, advocating for the natural flow of fate.
His parents, it seemed, had been among the dissenters. To protect him, they had staged his disappearance, sealing his memories and casting him into the ordinary world.
But fate had other designs.
Li Mingzhe’s pursuit of the pocket watch had reeled Xu Yuan back into the storm, back into the family’s web of power and conspiracy.
Lin Xiaoxia knew they couldn’t hide forever. To break free, they had to strike at the heart of the Silver Family’s designs.
Through Xiaoya’s intelligence network, they uncovered a name: Eric Werner—the current patriarch of the Silver Family, Xu Yuan’s uncle. A man of ruthless ambition, obsessed with obtaining the family’s sacred relic to bend time to his will.
Li Mingzhe, they realized, had merely been a pawn.
And Xu Yuan?
He was the key.
The family wasn’t just watching him—they were waiting for something within him to awaken.
Their investigation led them to a crumbling estate, hidden deep in the mountains. A place whispered about in Xu Yuan’s fractured memories—where the family’s darkest experiments unfolded, where time itself was said to twist unnaturally.
The decision was made.
They would go there.
Into the heart of the labyrinth.
Lin Xiaoxia tightened her grip on the dormant pocket watch, its surface cold against her skin. Xu Yuan’s expression was steel—no longer lost, but resolved.
Whatever awaited them in that forsaken manor, one truth was undeniable:
The final collision with time was coming.
And when it did, Xu Yuan would have to choose—between the blood that bound him, and the future he had built with the woman he loved.
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