time.”

As　the　final　words　of　the　incantation　left　her　lips，　a　blinding　light　enveloped　Sukie.　She　felt　herself　being　pulled　away，　the　world　around　her　dissolving　into　a　blur　of　colors　and　sounds.　The　sensation　was　overwhelming，　but　she　held　onto　Han　Fengling’s　words，　his　love　grounding　her　as　she　was　thrust　back　into　the　unknown.

Tears　welled　in　Sukie’s　eyes　as　she　looked　at　him.　“I　love　you，　Fengling.　I　will　come　back　for　you.　I　promise.”

Sukie　took　a　deep　breath，　her　heart　pounding　in　her　chest.　She　began　to　chant　the　incantation，　her　voice　steady　and　strong.　The　air　around　them　crackled　with　energy，　the　symbols　on　the　ground　glowing　with　an　otherworldly　light.　The　power　of　the　ritual　surged　through　her，　filling　her　with　a　sense　of　purpose　and　resolve.

As　the　moon　reached　its　zenith，　Sukie　stood　at　the　center　of　a　circle　marked　with　ancient　symbols.　Han　Fengling　stood　beside　her，　his　presence　a　steadying　force.　The　villagers　watched　in　silent　reverence，　their　faith　in　Sukie’s　abilities　unshaken.

Han　Fengling’s　eyes　widened　with　a　mix　of　awe　and　concern.　“It　sounds　dangerous.”

Determined　to　make　the　most　of　her　return，　Suk

With　Han　Fengling’s　unwavering　support，　Sukie　began　to　prepare　for　the　ritual.　The　villagers，　unaware　of　the　true　nature　of　their　efforts，　offered　their　assistance，　providing　the　necessary　herbs　and　materials.　The　night　of　the　ritual　arrived，　the　air　heavy　with　anticipation　and　anxiety.

When　the　light　faded，　Sukie　found　herself　standing　in　the　familiar　surroundings　of　her　old　apartment.　The　modern　world　greeted　her　with　its　cacophony　of　sounds　and　sights.　She　took　a　moment　to　steady　herself，　her　mind　reeling　from　the　abrupt　transition.　The　reality　of　her　situation　hit　her　with　full　force　–　she　was　back.

Han　Fengling’s　hand　tightened　around　hers.　“Remember，　no　matter　where　you　go，　I　will　always　be　with　you.”

“It　is，”　Sukie　admitted.　“But　it’s　a　risk　I　have　to　take.”