The Devil CEO’s Reborn Lover

The forest stood still, as if nature itself was holding its breath. The magical energy that had erupted during the confrontation with Dracon had finally dissipated, leaving behind the scent of scorched earth and the faint, lingering buzz of power in the air.

Wu Mei sat beneath a glowing tree, her hand still bandaged but stained anew with blood. The wound from earlier had reopened, though she hadn't noticed until the numbing magic wore off. Her heart raced—not from the pain, but from the memory of what had just happened.

She had touched the wand. And something had changed within her.

A gentle breeze rustled through the trees, bringing with it voices. Not loud. Not threatening. Just… there. Whispers, like broken threads of thoughts floating through the branches.

Qin Yangzhou knelt beside her, inspecting the wound with furrowed brows. His hands were firm, but gentle, his expression tight with worry.

"You should have told me it still hurt," he muttered, brushing strands of hair from her face.

Wu Mei gave a small smile, her lips pale. "I didn't feel it… until now."

He cursed under his breath, then reached for a cloth and wrapped her hand again. She flinched slightly at the touch, and he leaned closer, eyes darkening with concern. "I'm not letting you get hurt like that again. I swear."

"I didn't mean to—" she started, but he silenced her by pressing his forehead against hers.

"I know," he whispered. "But next time, we fight together."

Mo Qing stood a few steps away, her arms crossed and eyes scanning the treeline. Zhao Xi had gone off to search the perimeter, while Shao Wei, unusually quiet, sat by a small pond nearby, drawing symbols into the dirt with a stick.

Wu Mei glanced at the wand, which now floated a few inches off the ground, surrounded by a pale golden aura. It pulsed like a heartbeat—one she could almost feel inside her own chest.

"What… happened when I touched it?" she asked, eyes still fixed on the wand.

Mo Qing turned. "You absorbed part of its power. That's why Dracon couldn't take it from you. The wand has chosen you, Mei."

Wu Mei blinked. "Chosen… me?"

Shao Wei stood, brushing off her dress. "That wand holds the purest and most ancient magic. It only responds to those who have a balance of light and strength within them. And you, Wu Mei… you've been tested by pain, but your heart still believes."

Wu Mei shook her head. "I'm not… chosen. I'm not anyone."

Qin Yangzhou looked at her. "You're mine. That's someone."

She blushed, turning her face away, but the heat in her chest wasn't just from embarrassment—it was from something stirring inside her, something she hadn't felt before. Power. Fear. Desire. All tangled into one.

Before she could reply, Zhao Xi ran back, breathless.

"There's something you need to see," he said, pointing toward the eastern hill. "I found symbols—ancient ones—engraved into the rocks. And… a mirror. But it's no ordinary mirror. It shows you things… things you haven't lived."

They exchanged glances, curiosity rising.

The group followed Zhao Xi to the place he'd described. Nestled between two jagged rocks, hidden behind ivy, stood a tall circular mirror, framed with dragon-scale designs and glowing faintly. The air around it shimmered like a heatwave.

Wu Mei stepped closer.

Her reflection didn't move as she did.

Instead, it stared back at her with a haunting intensity—and then shifted.

In the glass, she saw herself standing in a castle. Her hair was longer, her dress made of crystal threads, and in her hand… the wand, blazing with light. People bowed before her. And beside her stood Qin Yangzhou, dressed in armor, eyes filled with pride and fierce devotion.

But then, the vision shifted again.

Fire.

The castle burning.

Shao Wei lying motionless.

Zhao Xi screaming.

And Dracon… standing atop a mountain of bones, laughing with the wand in hand—his hand.

Wu Mei gasped and stumbled back. Qin Yangzhou caught her before she fell.

"What did you see?" he asked.

She shook her head. "It shows possibilities. Futures. Warnings."

Mo Qing stepped forward and placed her palm against the mirror. It flickered, rejecting her touch.

"It's attuned to you," Shao Wei murmured. "Just like the wand."

Wu Mei stared at the glass again, her heart pounding. Could it be true? Could this really be her destiny?

Before anyone could speak, a sharp screech echoed across the valley.

Not a bird. Not a beast.

A cry of dark magic.

The group turned. From the trees emerged cloaked figures—six of them. Their eyes glowed red, and their hands burned with corrupted fire.

"Servants of Dracon," Zhao Xi said grimly, drawing his blade.

Qin Yangzhou pushed Wu Mei behind him. "Stay close."

But Wu Mei didn't listen.

Something surged within her. A heat. A pull. The wand flew into her hand with a hiss of magic.

She stepped forward.

"Get back!" Qin shouted, but she was already moving.

One of the cloaked figures launched a blast of energy toward them—but Wu Mei raised the wand. A barrier of golden light exploded outward, deflecting the attack and knocking the enemy back.

Everyone stared.

Even the cloaked servants hesitated.

Wu Mei looked at her hands. The wand was no longer just a relic. It pulsed with her breath, her heartbeat. Her power.

And she understood something now.

This world didn't just need a protector.

It needed a challenger.

A rebel.

A queen.

"Fight with me," she said, turning to her companions.

Qin Yangzhou grinned. "Always."

Mo Qing drew her twin daggers. "Let's dance."

Zhao Xi nodded, his blade gleaming. "I've been waiting for this."

Shao Wei stepped forward and whispered an incantation. Though she didn't have magic herself, something in her voice vibrated with old knowledge.

As the first wave of dark servants charged forward, the group met them in a blaze of steel, light, and sheer will.

Wu Mei spun, her wand sending golden streaks across the battlefield. She moved like a flame—alive, dangerous, impossible to ignore.

Qin Yangzhou fought by her side, every strike precise, protecting her without shielding her. They were equals now. Warriors. Partners. Lovers.

One of the cloaked figures broke past Zhao Xi and lunged toward Wu Mei—but she raised her wand and shouted a single word:

"Burn."

Light exploded from the tip, swallowing the enemy in a burst of pure radiance.

When the dust cleared, the servants were gone.

The forest was silent again.

But something had changed.

Wu Mei collapsed to her knees, breath ragged.

Qin Yangzhou rushed to her. "Mei!"

She looked up at him, her eyes glowing faintly with golden magic.

"I'm fine," she whispered. "Just… tired."

He picked her up in his arms, holding her close. "You scared me."

She smiled faintly. "I scared myself."

As they returned to camp, the air was heavy with something new.

Hope.

But far in the distance, beyond the trees, in the ruins of a forgotten castle, a shadow stirred.

Dracon stood before another mirror—this one cracked.

His eyes narrowed.

"She's stronger than I expected," he muttered, fingers tightening.

From the darkness behind him, a voice echoed: "Do we strike now?"

Dracon shook his head. "No. Let her believe she's winning. The wand may have chosen her—but I will make it regret that choice."

And with that, he vanished into the shadows.

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