Traveling through thousands of years, I only love you

Xiao Yi's persistent efforts are like surging waves, impacting Li Lingyuan's now peaceful life wave after wave. Although every move he makes is full of affection, for Li Lingyuan, this endless "journey to awaken memories" has gradually become a heavy burden.

All the attempts to restore her memory, whether traversing the mountains and forests in search of ancient secrets or immersing herself in the study of ancient cultural skills, left Li Lingyuan exhausted both physically and mentally. Each attempt felt like forcing a past that didn't belong to her, causing bouts of headaches and inner turmoil. She began to dread meeting Xiao Yi's expectant gaze, knowing full well she couldn't give him the response he desired.

On a quiet night, moonlight shone like silver gauze outside their small cottage. Li Lingyuan sat by the window, gazing at the cool moonlight, his mind awash with thoughts. Xiao Yi approached gently, holding an ancient book in his hands. Just as he was about to tell a story about them, Li Lingyuan slowly raised his head, a look of determination in his eyes.

"Xiao Yi, I think we need to separate for a while." Li Lingyuan's voice was calm, but it sounded like thunder in Xiao Yi's ears in the silent night.

Xiao Yi was stunned, nearly dropping the ancient book in his hands. "Ling Yuan, why? I know I might be making you a little tired, but I just want you to remember our past. Is that wrong?" His voice was trembling with confusion.

Li Lingyuan sighed softly, "You're right, it's my own fault. I tried hard to cooperate with you and to feel the past you talked about, but I really can't do it. My life has been messed up by the pursuit of these memories, and I have lost my original peace."

Xiao Yi was extremely anxious. He hurriedly said, "Lingyuan, I was too impatient. I can slow down and we won't try so frequently. I just ask you not to leave me." He tried to grab Li Lingyuan's hand, but she gently avoided him.

"It's not a question of speed, Xiao Yi. I'm even beginning to be afraid of seeing you now, because I know that you will always come to me with the shadows of the past, and I can only face it in confusion. I need time and space to think carefully and let my life return to normal." Tears flashed in Li Lingyuan's eyes. She knew that her words would hurt Xiao Yi, but she had no choice.

Xiao Yi stood there blankly, as if he had lost his soul. He watched Li Lingyuan get up and pack his simple luggage, but he was powerless to stop her. "Lingyuan, where are you going?" His voice was as weak as a candle in the wind.

"I don't know either, but I want to leave here, away from you. Maybe that's better for both of us." Li Lingyuan, carrying her luggage, slowly walked towards the door. Just as she was about to step out, she paused, without looking back. "Xiao Yi, I hope you can respect my decision." With that, she disappeared into the night.

Xiao Yi stared at the empty doorway, the pain in his heart flooding like a flood. He collapsed on the ground, tears welling up in his eyes. The love he had once pursued across millennia had now, under his persistence, led to this state. He began to doubt whether his actions were truly right.

In the days after Li Lingyuan left, Xiao Yi felt like he'd lost his direction. He spent his days locked in his room, staring blankly at the items once associated with Li Lingyuan. Her portrait on the wall, her used brushes on the table—each one stung his heart. He no longer relished the entertainment industry's glitz and turned down numerous job offers, simply lost in memories and thoughts of Li Lingyuan.

Li Lingyuan, on the other hand, began her own solo journey. She arrived at the seaside, gazing at the boundless ocean and listening to the lapping of waves on the sand, and her annoyance gradually dissipated. She settled in a small seaside town, strolling along the coastline every morning, feeling the gentle breeze and the warm sunshine. Here, no one mentioned the millennium-long journey, and no one looked at her expectantly. She finally found the long-lost peace.

Yet, fate's wheels seemed to keep turning. By chance, Li Lingyuan stumbled upon an old bookstore. In a corner sat a dusty volume. She casually picked it up and flipped through it, only to find her heart racing. It contained accounts of ancient time travel, and some of the plots bore a striking resemblance to the stories Xiao Yi had once told her. Her hands began to tremble slightly, and vague fragments flashed through her mind, as if someone were gently knocking on the door deep within her memory.

Li Lingyuan sat in a corner of the bookstore, carefully reading the book, page by page, trying to find more clues about her past. She didn't know if it was a trick of fate or a turning point, but at this moment, her longing for Xiao Yi surged into her heart like a tide. She began to wonder if her decision had been too hasty, and whether she should have left Xiao Yi and avoided the chance to recover her memories.

Far away, Xiao Yi, after a long period of pain and self-reflection, gradually realized that his love for Li Lingyuan should not be a burden to her. He decided to pick himself up and respect Li Lingyuan's choice, while also waiting to see if fate would bring them together again. He began to return to work, filling the emptiness in his heart with busyness, while secretly monitoring any news that might be related to Li Lingyuan.

In this entanglement of love and memory, both of them stand at the crossroads of fate, not knowing where the future will lead, whether to rekindle old love or let go completely. Everything is waiting to be revealed in the fog of the unknown.