My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Matthew’s mobile phone suddenly received a text message, which was from Xanthea.

[Matt, my tutor called me temporarily to inform me that there is a problem with my thesis, which may affect my graduation. I must go back to school to revise it immediately. It’s urgent, so I will leave first! I didn’t have time to tell you, and I can’t travel with you. I’m sorry, I’ll make up for it next time! But since you are there, it’s hard to get a ticket for those exhibitions, so you and Miranda can take a good look for me. Remember to take more photos of the exhibition for me. Oh, you know like those the most!]

“Xan went back?”

Matthew looked at the text message in shock as if he was watching a prank, and Miranda also received the same text message.

Could there be such a coincidence?

And the time was too late to tell them in person? Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

What the hell was Xanthea up to? It was as if Miranda couldn’t see through her anymore since her coming-of-age.

“It’s done!”

Xanthea typed the message quickly, her fingers a blur on the screen. She had planned to catch the earliest flight back to Crestwood, but as she glanced out at the airport’s panoramic view of the endless blue ocean and the tropical palm breezes that seemed to brush the pink clouds above, she was captivated once more.

Willowdale had always been a dream destination for her. In her past life, she had insisted on visiting with Matthew, but back then, Matthew’s affections were already secretly engaged with Miranda, leaving Xanthea feeling neglected. She had been too fixated on him to truly appreciate the beauty around her. Now that she was here again, she couldn’t let this opportunity slip by.

After leaving the airport, she made her way to various famous landmarks and trendy food spots, taking selfies and soaking in the local culture. At a renowned wishing tree, an old monk unexpectedly handed her a fan inscribed with the words-You will encounter the love of your life in Willowdale.

Really? In her previous life, the word ‘love’ had almost destroyed her. Now, it made her shudder.

As dusk fell, Xanthea found herself in the bustling center of Willowdale, surrounded by tourists all staring up at a giant digital screen, animatedly discussing the ongoing show. She looked up to see herself performing in the grand finale of ‘The Masked Singer’-her song “Butterfly” was playing.

er voice is like

“Oh my gosh, I’ve been loving her lately! Not only is she gorgeous, but her something out of heaven!”

“To debut with such a song and win the championship, she really is something special. It’s mesmerizing!”

“That song has been topping the charts on Jasmine Music for days now. It’s a pity Xanthea doesn’t have an official social media profile, or I’d definitely follow her. I heard a fan club sprang up and it’s already nearing ten million followers in just a few days. She’s as popular as a B-list celebrity!”.

“She’s so beautiful, she has to debut as a star. We just have to wait and see!”

“I agree, it’d be a waste of talent if she didn’t pursue a career in entertainment!”

Hearing the lively chatter of the group of girls next to her, Xanthea couldn’t help but interject, “She probably won’t debut.”

The moment the words left her mouth, the chattering girls went silent, turning to her with puzzled looks.

Xanthea, donning a fisherman’s hat and now covering her face with the fan, remained unrecognized.

“Who are you? How do you know she won’t debut?”

“Yeah, why would you say that?”

“Because she wasn’t trained, she might not be able to compete with others in the industry. Plus, singing is just a hobby for her. Maybe after this song, she won’t release another, and her popularity will fade quickly.”