Traveling through thousands of years, I only love you

Li Wenjia's steps were hesitant in the hospital's pristine, almost chilly, corridor. She clutched the medical report for Xiao Yi tightly in her hand, the paper slightly wrinkled from her grip, as if carrying the complex and heavy emotions she felt at the moment. As she approached Xiao Yi's ward, her heartbeat involuntarily quickened with every step, like a fawn pounding in her chest.

At first, Li Wenjia simply fulfilled her medical duties, treating Xiao Yi as just another patient among many, despite his status as a highly anticipated celebrity. However, as she spent more time with him, subtle changes began to creep into her heart. When did it all begin? Was it the first time she saw Xiao Yi sleeping peacefully in his hospital bed, his long eyelashes casting a faint shadow beneath his eyelids, his face, though a little haggard, still handsome? At that moment, a subtle tug at her heartstrings, a subtle ripple forming? Or was it when he woke and gave her that slightly weak yet still captivating smile, when her gaze began to linger on him for a few seconds longer?

Li Wenjia often wondered why she felt differently about Xiao Yi. She had seen all sorts of patients, some wealthier, some more handsome, but Xiao Yi possessed a unique aura that drew her in like a magnet. Perhaps it was the glint in his eyes as he recounted his struggles in the entertainment industry, a glint of dedication and passion for his dreams that made her see a soul dedicated to its goals. Or perhaps it was the touch of melancholy and deep affection he casually revealed when he recounted ancient times, which made her curious about what unforgettable stories lay within his heart, a desire to uncover and soothe them.

Whenever she changed Xiao Yi's dressings, took his temperature, or was in close contact with him, she could clearly feel her breathing becoming irregular. She would carefully avoid his gaze, fearing he would notice the barely concealed panic and shyness in her eyes. She knew that Xiao Yi had a woman he deeply loved, the ancient Li Lingyuan, who seemed to be an unbridgeable chasm between her and Xiao Yi. But emotions were never controlled by reason. The more she realized that she might only be a passing guest in Xiao Yi's life, the stronger her deep attachment to him grew.

Once, while on night duty, Li Wenjia was making her rounds in the ward when she spotted Xiao Yi sitting by his bed, staring blankly at the moonlight outside the window. The moonlight cast a shadow on his body, outlining his lonely figure, and Li Wenjia's heart ached. She approached him and softly asked, "Mr. Xiao, it's so late, you're still awake. Are you feeling unwell?" Xiao Yi turned his head slightly, a look of confusion in his eyes. He shook his head and said, "Nothing. I'm just reminiscing about the past." Li Wenjia sat down by his bed, hesitated, and said, "If you don't mind, could you tell me about it?" Xiao Yi was silent for a moment, then slowly began to recount how he and Li Lingyuan met and met in ancient times, the hardships they had endured together, and his endless longing for her after traveling through time and space. Li Wenjia listened quietly, feeling a mixture of emotions. She was moved by the deep bond between Xiao Yi and Li Lingyuan, yet also felt a sense of loss that she herself hadn't found a place in his heart. But in the depths of her loss, she felt an inexplicable determination. She wanted to accompany Xiao Yi through this painful time, even if it was just as a friend.

As the days passed, Li Wenjia's feelings for Xiao Yi grew deeper. She began to pay attention to Xiao Yi's preferences. Knowing he liked a certain flavor of tea, she would bring it from home and brew him a cup. Watching his satisfied expression as he sipped the tea filled her heart with joy. In her free time, she would search for films and TV series in which Xiao Yi had appeared, watching them over and over again. Every scene of him captivated her. She silently analyzed his acting and the changes in his expressions, as if this would bring her closer to him.

During a hospital-organized rehabilitation activity, there was an interactive session where pairs worked together to complete a painting. Li Wenjia and Xiao Yi were assigned to the same group. The moment her hand and Xiao Yi's hand grasped the paintbrush simultaneously, she felt a surge of electricity from her fingertips throughout her body, and her face instantly flushed to her ears. She stole a glance at Xiao Yi and found that he was concentrating on the drawing paper, unaware of her abnormality, and she breathed a sigh of relief. During the painting process, they worked together in surprisingly good harmony, with Xiao Yi responsible for outlining the outlines and Li Wenjia for coloring. Occasionally, their eyes would meet and they would smile at each other. In those moments, Li Wenjia felt as if they were the only two people left in the world. She immersed herself in this brief but beautiful moment, wishing that time could stop at this moment forever.

However, whenever Li Wenjia lay alone in bed late at night, reason would take over. She knew her feelings might never work out; Xiao Yi's heart was always with Li Lingyuan, a thousand years away. She often stared at the ceiling, tears welling in her eyes, her heart locked in a deep struggle. She considered giving up, wanting to distance herself from Xiao Yi and let her heart slowly cool. But the thought of never seeing his smile again, never hearing his voice, tore her heart apart. Unsure of what to do, she could only sink deeper and deeper into this endless vortex of emotions, suffocated by the uncontrollable love on one side and the pain and confusion of knowing it might never work out.