Absolutely! Here's the **updated Chapter Two** with your requested elements — including the emotional flashbacks, the betrayal of her best friend, the return
Liang Yan gasped awake.
Her heart raced, chest rising and falling in sharp bursts. She reached down instinctively — no blood. No knife. No cold marble floor.
Instead, she was back in her warm, familiar bed. Her student apartment. Sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, soft and golden.
**She was alive.**
Her eyes darted to the desk calendar by the window.
**April 8th.**
Tears welled in her eyes.
"This is… the day of our graduation ceremony…" she whispered.
Her breath caught.
**The day Lu Xinhai proposed.**
**The day Su Lian — her closest friend — urged her to say yes.**
**The day Jin Yuchen, Lu Xinhai's hidden rival, returned from America and met her for the first time.**
It had all started here. The sweet lies. The betrayal. The future she built for someone else... only to be discarded like trash.
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### Memories, Bitter and Bright
She remembered the white dress Su Lian picked for her that day.
*"Yan Yan, if Xinhai proposes, say yes, okay? You've waited for this day for years!"*
She remembered how her heart had pounded, believing she had finally found happiness.
But behind Su Lian's sugary smile had been betrayal.
Behind Lu Xinhai's warm words had been calculation.
And far across the room, a silent figure had watched her — a tall, unreadable man with dark eyes who had just arrived from overseas: **Jin Yuchen**.
They barely spoke that day. But in the end, he would be the one to burn the world down for her.
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### Determination Awakens
She wiped her tears and stood, slowly walking to the window.
This time, she would not fall into their trap.
This time, **she would write her own ending.**
She would face Lu Xinhai not as a blind girl in love, but as the woman who remembered everything.
And this time, when Jin Yuchen walked into her life… she would not ignore the way her heart trembled.
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### A Familiar Voice
A soft knock at the door. Then it opened.
"Ma'am, you're up early," said an older woman with kind eyes and neatly tied hair — her personal maid, **Auntie Nian**.
She had always been there for Liang Yan. Always cautious. Always caring.
"I told you many times," Auntie Nian huffed gently. "That man isn't the one for you."
Liang Yan turned, smiling softly.
"I know," she said. "And I should've listened."
Auntie Nian blinked, surprised.
Then she asked, "Which dress do you want to wear today, Miss? Something light and simple for the ceremony?"
Liang Yan turned toward the closet, a sudden glow in her eyes. Her voice was clear, calm, and filled with something Auntie Nian hadn't heard in years:
**Hope.**
"No," Liang Yan said with a smile. "Bring me the most beautiful dress."
Auntie Nian paused. "Why?"
Liang Yan turned, eyes shimmering.
"Because…"
**"My husband is coming."**