Out of the Shadows: Tilda’s Brilliant Second Life
Chapter 451 The Psychic’s Vision
There are still so many mysteries in this world–maybe eighty percent of them remain
unsolved.
Silva noticed the curiosity in Tilda’s eyes and gave a slight most people. Theyugh at my line of work, but you don’t.
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Tilda asked, “Don’t let my looks fool you. I actually trust my sixth sense. I can tell you’re not an ordinary person. I’m just curious, why were you staring at me?”
“Because out of all the people I’ve ever met in my career, you’re the most unusual,” Silva said.
She leaned in a little. “It feels like there are two souls inside you. They look the same on the surface, but the fire burning inside them is different. The soul that rules your body now carries a heavy me, almost like you’ve lived through two lifetimes.”
“What?”
Tilda’s heart skipped.
She never imagined this psychic could see that much.
In truth, Silva wasn’t wrong.
Tilda had lived twice. She had been reborn, carrying not just her second life but also the weight. of her first–far heavier than most could ever imagine.
Silva caught the surprise on her face and went on.
“In some ways, psychics are like geomancers back in your country. I’m interested in the field. I’ve studied those arts for years, though I was never very talented. I can only read the basics. If the souls around you weren’t so obvious, I wouldn’t have dared speak this much. Forgive me if I offended you.”
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“There’s no need for being so polite,” Tilda replied. “It’s the modern age. Just call me Tilda.”
Tilda felt a deep respect rising for the psychic.
To see through her so clearly proved that Tilda’s intuition had been right.
Silva was truly gifted.
And Tilda’s instincts had never been wrong–when they appeared, they always hit the mark.
“So, Silva, is there anything else you want to tell me?”
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“No, nothing more. With such a strong soul, I doubt anything in this world can truly harm you again<b>.” </b>
She paused before adding, “The real reason I came over to talk to you is simple. Out of everyone I’ve ever met, your soul burns the brightest. It’s like a zing fire–clear, firm, and without a trace of doubt. It’s one of the most beautiful colors I’ve ever seen in a soul.”
Hearing such a direct description, Tilda couldn’t help but feel a little stunned.
“Thanks for thepliment. If I had eyes like yours, I’d really want to see what color a soul is.”
So, my soul is clear, steady, and free from confusion now?
Strangely, Tilda felt something sharp in her heart finally loosen.
It fell away.
She let it <b>go</b>.
Silva shook her head. “If you truly had my ability, you wouldn’t envy it. Souls as beautiful <b>as </b>yours are rare. Most of them are ugly. In a world so full of greed, people’s souls are already cracked and corrupted.”
Silva let out a long, regretful sigh.
Tilda’s lips curved in a faint smile. “Leave me your number, Silva. I find you very interesting.”
“If you don’t mind, of course,” she said warmly.
“With such a beautiful soul, I trust your characterpletely.”
They exchanged contact information.
Silva continued, her tone thoughtful. “It’s strange. For the movie I’m consulting for, I found the actor ying the lead has a rare gift. They called him Cethend’s best actor. He had some rare gift, a potential beyond my reach. If he studied geomancy, face–reading, or psychic knowledge, his achievements would be far beyond mine. But fate can be cruel. He’s a firm believer in science. A realist who refuses to ept anything supernatural. Still, he’s at the top of the industry. That’s the irony.”
Tilda’s brow tightened slightly.
“Cethend’s best actor?”
“Silva, the lead actor of that movie, is his name Darell Jenson<b>?</b>”
Silva froze. “How did you know? Wait, your name is Tilda Jenson. Then Darell must be-”
Chapter 451 The Psychic Vision
“He and I were once family.” Tilda said tly. “That bond is cut now. We have nothing left
between us.”
Her voice carried no emotion.
There <b>was </b>nothing to hide.
Tilda had severed the ties. She had let it go.
“I’m sorry,” Silva said softly.
“It’s not your fault. But I am curious about something. You said he has psychic talent?”
“Yes,” Silva nodded. “And it’s far from ordinary. He has no idea. In the film, his character is <b>a </b>ghost hunter. To add realism, the studio brought me in as <b>a </b>consultant. Two weeks ago, he came to me with questions about psychic details. That’s when I noticed it–<b>his </b>abilities are awakening. But they aren’t the same as mine.”
Tilda leaned in slightly. “What’s different about them?”
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