Transposed Souls

On a stormy midnight, Lin Xuxu faces Gu Shen, a wedding dress draped across the sofa. Her eyes red, her voice flat—not calm, but holding too much. She asks one final time: does he truly want to marry her, or is he only honoring the proposal? He answers as he has seventeen times before: he is certain. But certainty is not what she wants. Her hand trembles as she points at the dress—she needs to know if he is afraid. He frowns, not in irritation but bewilderment: afraid of what? A soul swap will soon answer her question—in the cruelest way