The rift in time slowly sealed, the shattered mirrors restoring their pristine, silver glow. The trembling of the Mirror Cathedral finally ceased, as if an unseen force was gently guiding every fragment back into its rightful place.
Ruo Qing stood at the center of the cathedral, beside the man she loved more than anything—Murdoch. His hand was warm and strong, gripping hers tightly, as if holding onto her entire fate.
"We did it, Ruo Qing," Murdoch's voice was low and steady, his eyes shining with tenderness and love.
Tears welled up in Ruo Qing's eyes, streaming down her cheeks—but they were tears of joy. "Thank you, Murdoch. Thank you for never giving up on me, no matter how uncertain the future seemed."
She slowly lifted her hand, her fingers brushing against the wedding ring that had witnessed countless twists of fate. The ring shimmered softly in the light, as if whispering an eternal vow of love.
"No matter the past, no matter the future," Ruo Qing whispered, "we are together. This time, we are not chosen by time — we choose each other."
Murdoch smiled gently, pulling her into a warm embrace. Their heartbeats synchronized perfectly in that moment.
Above them, the stars sparkled with a dreamy brilliance, as if time itself had paused. Ruo Qing felt a peace and strength she had never known before, as if every pain, every struggle, every moment of doubt had been dissolved by love.
"The future is unknown," she murmured, "but as long as you're by my side, I fear nothing."
"Me too," Murdoch replied with deep affection. "No matter how many timelines, no matter how many lifetimes, I will always find you, and protect you."
They held each other close, surrounded by a radiant halo of light—warm, brilliant, and unbreakable. The shadows of time were swept away, and past wounds began to heal in the glow.
Ruo Qing closed her eyes, feeling Murdoch's steady breath, knowing this was their eternity.
In this endless flow of time and space, love became the only unchanging truth.
And their story was just beginning.