Traveling through thousands of years, I only love you

Xiao Yi and Li Lingyuan were browsing ancient books in a quaint, old bookshop. The place was silent, the only sound being the rustling of pages. Xiao Yi wore sunglasses, his hat pulled low, yet his distinguished demeanor remained undisguised. He leaned slightly closer to Li Lingyuan, tapping the pages with his finger. He whispered, "Lingyuan, the interesting stories recorded in this ancient book bear a subtle resemblance to some of our own experiences in ancient times." Li Lingyuan, absorbed in the text, nodded slightly, a strand of hair falling across her cheek. Xiao Yi raised his hand naturally, gently brushing the hair behind her ear, his fingertips brushing against her skin.

Suddenly, Xiao Yi froze, perceptive of a slight movement outside. His eyes hardened for a moment, and he calmly grasped Li Lingyuan's hand, whispering, "Lingyuan, I'm afraid there might be paparazzi. Don't panic, just follow me." Li Lingyuan was startled, nearly dropping the ancient book in her hands. She hurriedly replaced it on the shelf and followed closely behind Xiao Yi. With steady yet swift steps, Xiao Yi quietly led her out the back door of the bookshop and into a narrow alley.

As soon as he entered the alley, Xiao Yi's phone vibrated violently in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw it was a call from his agency. His brow furrowed, and he answered with a sigh of resignation, "What's going on?" His agent's anxious voice echoed, "Xiao Yi, you've been caught on camera with that woman! Do you know how much of a blow this will have on your image? The company has invested so much in you, and it can't be ruined by your personal feelings. You must separate from her, at least for a while." Xiao Yi's face darkened, his tone firm, "Impossible! I won't abandon her. I'll handle this myself, and there's no need for the agency to interfere." He hung up the phone and turned to look at Li Lingyuan, his eyes filled with guilt and pity. "Lingyuan, it's my fault that you've been put in this predicament."

Li Lingyuan shook her head slightly, holding his hands with both of hers, her eyes firm: "Xiao Yi, I'm not afraid. As long as I can be with you, why should I be afraid of such a storm?" Xiao Yi was moved and gently embraced her in his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, muttering: "With your words, I will have no regrets even if I encounter a thousand difficulties."

They twisted and turned through the alleys until they finally arrived at Xiao Yi's secret residence. It was a small courtyard on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by green trees and quite secluded. Xiao Yi opened the door and quickly led Li Lingyuan inside, then carefully closed and locked the door. Inside, Xiao Yi drew the curtains, and the light inside gradually dimmed. He turned on the light, and a soft glow fell on Li Lingyuan's face. Xiao Yi breathed a sigh of relief, walked over to the sofa and sat down, patting the seat next to him: "Lingyuan, come and sit."

Li Lingyuan sat down as she was told. Xiao Yi gently put his arm around her shoulders and said after a moment's thought, "We need to hide from the spotlight for now. This place is safer and the paparazzi shouldn't be able to find us." Li Lingyuan nodded in understanding, "Okay, as long as I'm with you, that's fine."

In the following days, they were like being in a paradise. Although they were trapped in a small courtyard, they were sweet and warm. In the morning, Xiao Yi got up early to prepare breakfast for Li Lingyuan. He was busy in the kitchen, wearing an apron, skillfully frying eggs, baking bread, and not forgetting to make a pot of fragrant coffee. Li Lingyuan walked out of the bedroom with sleepy eyes, and her heart was filled with warmth when she saw this scene. She walked behind Xiao Yi and gently hugged his waist: "Xiao Yi, you have worked hard." Xiao Yi turned around, smiled and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear: "It's not hard, as long as you can enjoy your meal."

During the day, they would bask in the sun in the courtyard, Xiao Yi bringing out a recliner and lying side by side with Li Lingyuan. He would tell Li Lingyuan some anecdotes from the entertainment industry, making her giggle. Or they would play chess indoors, Xiao Yi holding the chess pieces, his eyes focused, and between moves he would tease, "Lingyuan, think carefully about this move. Don't fall into my trap." Li Lingyuan would pout and respond, "Hmph, I won't let you win so easily."

However, the peaceful days were eventually interrupted. One day, Xiao Yi went out to buy groceries. Despite his disguise, he was spotted by the sharp-eyed paparazzi. They swarmed over him, the sound of camera shutters clacking incessantly. Xiao Yi's heart tightened, and he quickened his pace, quickly shaking them off and rushing back to the courtyard.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he hurriedly locked the door, his face slightly pale. Li Lingyuan saw this and hurried forward: "Xiao Yi, what happened?" Xiao Yi gasped: "The paparazzi found us. They may come here soon. We need to find another place." Li Lingyuan was worried, but remained calm and said: "Okay, then let's pack up quickly."

They packed their bags and left the courtyard under cover of night. Xiao Yi brought Li Lingyuan to the home of a close friend. This friend lived in a villa deep in the mountains, surrounded by tight security and in a secluded location. The friend warmly welcomed them and arranged for them to stay.

In this mountain villa, their lives returned to peace. At night, they would stroll in the villa's garden, the moonlight shining on them. Xiao Yi would pick a blooming flower and gently insert it into Li Lingyuan's hair: "Lingyuan, you are more beautiful than this flower." Li Lingyuan would shyly lower her head.

Despite the ever-present pressure from the outside world, the constant calls from their agency, and the occasional paparazzi chases and interceptions, Xiao Yi and Li Lingyuan have always stayed together. Their love has become stronger amidst all the difficulties, just like the twinkling stars in the night sky, which never dim despite weathering storms.