Traveling through thousands of years, I only love you

Xiao Yi shut himself away in his once warm and cozy home, the air inside seemingly frozen with sorrow. His clothes were disheveled, his face gaunt, stubble grazing his chin, his eyes filled with confusion and pain. The orchid that had once been Li Lingyuan's favorite now withered in the corner, like his dying love. He sat in the dark living room, the curtains drawn tightly, no light able to penetrate, like the unshakable haze within him.

His phone lit up with a work schedule from his agent, but he didn't even glance at it before tossing it aside. In that moment, the things he once considered important, his acting career, fame, and status, had become worthless. He kept replaying memories of his time with Li Lingyuan: watching the sunrise together at the beach, her face, radiant and beautiful, illuminated by the rising sun, a beaming smile; praying side by side in an ancient temple, the devotion in Li Lingyuan's eyes and the longing for the future, which made him believe they could walk through life together. But now, all of this had become a sharp blade, repeatedly slicing at his heart.

He tried to vent his inner pain through frantic exercise. Every time he lifted a heavy dumbbell, every time he ran on the treadmill, he felt like he was fighting against endless sorrow. Sweat soaked his clothes, but it couldn't wash away the longing in his heart. When he collapsed to the ground exhausted, he still saw Li Lingyuan's figure before his eyes, and her gentle whisper seemed to still echo in his ears: "Xiao Yi, you have to take care of yourself."

In a distant town, Li Lingyuan was equally mired in pain. The small house she lived in was simple and cold, the white paint on the walls peeling and fading, just like her broken heart. Every day, she curled up on her narrow bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, memories flooding her like a tide.

She recalled the joy of enjoying delicious food together at the night market. Xiao Yi would always put her favorite food into her bowl first, and watching her enjoy the food made him smile with immense satisfaction. In the quiet corner of the library, they would read ancient books together, head to head, and Xiao Yi would gently explain the obscure texts to her, his voice low and gentle, like the most beautiful music in the world. Now, these memories can only make her tears soak her pillow, night after night.

She no longer cared about taking care of herself. Her once sleek black hair had become matted and withered, and the sparkle in her eyes had vanished. Occasionally, she would get up and walk to the window, gazing out at the unfamiliar streets and the hurried passersby, feeling as if she had been abandoned by the entire world. Whenever she saw Xiao Yi's posters plastered on the streets, her body would tremble uncontrollably, her heart aching so much that she could barely breathe. She would hastily draw the curtains and retreat into her dark corner.

Xiao Yi's best friend couldn't bear to see him so depressed, so she came to visit him. Seeing Xiao Yi's distraught appearance, his friend's heart was filled with pity. "Xiao Yi, you can't go on like this. She won't come back if you torture yourself like this. You have to pull yourself together and find a way to face life again," his best friend urged.

Xiao Yi just glanced at him indifferently, his voice hoarse and weak: "You don't understand, without her, I have lost the meaning of life. I would rather immerse myself in this pain than face a world without her."

The best friend sighed helplessly: "Why are you doing this? Love is important, but you can't give up your entire life."

Xiao Yi did not respond, but turned his head silently and looked at the gray sky outside the window, as if above that sky, there were still beautiful memories of him and Li Lingyuan.

Li Lingyuan, who was in the small town, also met an old friend. Seeing her appearance, the old friend was shocked. "Lingyuan, how did you get yourself into this state? What happened between you and Xiao Yi?"

Li Lingyuan's lips trembled slightly, tears welling up in her eyes. "I thought leaving him would free him, but I didn't expect that I would fall into deeper pain. I really don't know what to do."

The old friend hugged her gently and comforted her, "Maybe there's still hope. The feelings between you are so deep, you shouldn't give up so easily."

Li Lingyuan shook his head. "I no longer have the courage to face the pressure. I'm afraid we'll get hurt again."

Yet, despite their struggles, deep within their hearts, their longing and love for each other never faded. Like a fire buried deep in the ashes, a gentle breeze could reignite it. And amidst this endless pain, they gradually began to question whether they really wanted to let this thousand-year-old love dissipate in the storms of modern society.