Traveling through thousands of years, I only love you

Xiao Yi persevered in exploring the desert of Li Lingyuan's memories. Despite the wind and sand obscuring his vision, he never retreated. He stayed by Li Lingyuan's side every day, meticulously planning every encounter that might awaken her memories.

Xiao Yi took Li Lingyuan to revisit the mountains and rivers that had left a deep impression in ancient times. They came to the shore of a tranquil lake. The lake water sparkled in the sunlight, just like countless tiny diamonds. On the shore of the lake, weeping willows were swaying, and the slender willow branches danced in the wind, as if they were green ribbons hanging down by nature. Xiao Yi pointed at this scenery, his voice soft and full of affection: "Lingyuan, do you still remember that in ancient times we also strolled together by a similar lake. At that time, you were wearing a light pink Luo skirt, your hair fluttering gently in the breeze, and you were as beautiful as a fairy descending to the earth. We watched the sunset together by the lake. The gorgeous sunset dyed the entire lake orange-red. You also said that you hope that time will stop here, so that we can be together forever in this beautiful scenery of lakes and mountains."

Li Lingyuan listened intently, a flicker of confusion and bewilderment in her eyes. She tried to picture the scene Xiao Yi had described, but it was a complete blank. She shook her head softly, saying helplessly, "I really can't remember. The scenery here is beautiful, but for me, those past memories are gone." Xiao Yi felt like his heart had been struck hard, but he forced a smile, shook Li Lingyuan's hand, and said, "It's okay. We can recreate our own memories."

To uncover the root cause of Li Lingyuan's memory loss, Xiao Yi sought out renowned doctors and memory experts. He took Li Lingyuan to various hospitals and research institutes, where she underwent a rigorous series of examinations and tests. From brain MRIs to various neurological tests, every result was meticulously studied and analyzed. The experts gathered together to deliberate on Li Lingyuan's case, formulating various hypotheses and theories. Some suggested that her time travel might have caused damage to her brain due to an unknown force, damaging her memory storage areas. Others speculated that this was a self-protective mechanism, sealing away the overly fantastical and painful memories of her time travel. However, despite these theories, no definitive and effective method for restoring memory remained.

Undeterred, Xiao Yi turned to ancient healing methods and folk remedies. He had heard of an elderly hermit living in the remote mountains who specialized in treating a variety of difficult ailments, particularly those related to memory, using herbs and acupuncture. Without hesitation, Xiao Yi took Li Lingyuan on their quest. They journeyed along a winding, rugged mountain path, the thorns lining its sides constantly scratching their clothes. Finally, deep in the forest, they found the elder's home. His abode was a simple wooden house surrounded by a lush herb garden. With great anticipation, Xiao Yi recounted Li Lingyuan's condition to the elder. The elder carefully felt Li Lingyuan's pulse and examined her tongue, then prepared a rich, fragrant decoction of fresh herbs from the garden. Li Lingyuan frowned as she drank the herbal medicine, and the elder then applied acupuncture to the acupressure points on her head. The silver needle gleamed coldly in the sunlight, trembling slightly as the old man twisted it with his fingers. However, after a period of treatment, Li Lingyuan's memory still showed no improvement.

After trying numerous methods without success, Xiao Yi felt an unprecedented sense of exhaustion and helplessness. But as he looked into Li Lingyuan's clear, innocent eyes, his love and determination ignited once again. He began to investigate Li Lingyuan's daily life, attempting to subtly awaken her memory.

Xiao Yi meticulously arranged their living space, decorating the room in a style that blended ancient and modern elements. Ancient paintings and calligraphy hung on the walls, and the furniture leaned towards classical charm while also being interspersed with modern comforts. He lit a special incense stick in the room, its scent blended according to an ancient imperial secret recipe, said to awaken dormant memories. Every morning and evening, Xiao Yi recited ancient poetry and songs to Li Lingyuan. His captivating voice echoed through the room, "The orioles sing on the riverbank. The graceful lady, the gentleman seeks her." He hoped these beautiful words would transcend time and space and touch the strings of memory deep within Li Lingyuan.

Their lives gradually settled into a regular and heartwarming rhythm. Xiao Yi would teach Li Lingyuan ancient rituals and skills, such as calligraphy, painting, and embroidery. During calligraphy class, Xiao Yi would personally guide Li Lingyuan through brush grip, his fingers gently touching her fingertips, feeling her every subtle movement. "Lingyuan, calligraphy is about the fusion of mind and brushstrokes. You need to be calm and infuse your emotions into every stroke." Li Lingyuan diligently studied, her focused expression reminiscent of a former lover of calligraphy in ancient times. However, every time the class ended and Li Lingyuan put down her brush, the lingering sense of familiarity faded.

Although Xiao Yi's efforts fell on deaf ears, failing to stir a ripple of memory, he remained convinced that as long as he persevered, one day, Li Lingyuan would regain her memory of their love and past. He silently said to himself, "Even if a thousand years of time erase her memories, I will use my love to rediscover them bit by bit." This belief, like a beacon in the darkness, always shone a ray of hope in his ocean of confusion and pain.