Traveling through thousands of years, I only love you

In that cluttered study, piled high with ancient books and modern scientific materials, Xiao Yi seemed like a lone traveler lost in a maze of time and space. His eyes were filled with fatigue and confusion, yet he stubbornly searched through the vast sea of ​​information for even the slightest clue to his journey through time.

Xiao Yi's study of ancient texts deepened, not just confining himself to classics from China but also exploring ancient texts from around the world. From papyrus scrolls of ancient Egypt to parchment manuscripts of ancient Greece, he sought out translations, meticulously poring over their descriptions of mysterious powers and phenomena of time and space. Each new discovery brought a brief surge of excitement, only to be followed by a deeper sense of confusion and helplessness. He would spend days in the library's ancient books section, surrounded by the stale, aged books, nibbling on bread when hungry and sipping cold water when thirsty, completely disregarding his own physical condition.

In order to gain inspiration from archaeological discoveries, Xiao Yi actively participated in various archaeological excavations. He heard that in the remote border mountainous area, there was a suspected ancient sacrificial site that had just been discovered. The terrain there was rugged, transportation was extremely inconvenient, and the environment was harsh, but Xiao Yi did not hesitate to embark on the journey.

He carried a heavy backpack and trekked through the dense forest. The path was uneven, strewn with rocks and tree roots, requiring careful steps. A single misstep could lead to a fall and injury. Sweat soaked his clothes, but it didn't slow him down. After several days of arduous journey, he finally reached the valley where the ruins lay.

Upon arrival, he immediately plunged into the intense excavation work. Dust billowed from the archaeological site, Xiao Yi crouched in the tunnel, small shovel in hand, intently digging up the earth bit by bit. His movements were gentle and cautious, as if he were handling a rare treasure. With each shovelful of earth he dug, he meticulously observed it, not missing a single tiny detail.

As the excavation deepened, fragments of ancient pottery gradually emerged from the ground. Xiao Yi's eyes lit up instantly. He carefully brushed the dirt off the fragments with a brush, then collected them one by one and placed them on a nearby tray. These pottery fragments bore strange carvings, some resembling mysterious symbols, others resembling the outlines of animals, but none of them were clearly visible and required further cleaning and study.

He would spend hours in the muddy tunnel, completely ignoring the pain in his back. When he encountered a large pottery fragment, he was even more cautious. He put down his shovel and used a small brush and bamboo stick to gently remove the dirt around the fragment, muttering words of encouragement to himself from time to time, as if he were in conversation with these ancient objects.

During the excavation, several metal artifacts were unearthed, rusted by the passage of time. Xiao Yi donned gloves and picked up a key-shaped metal object, examining it carefully. Various visions of a space-time key surfaced in his mind. Although he knew it was likely just an ordinary ancient artifact, a glimmer of hope welled up in his heart.

After the day's excavation work was completed, the night's sorting and research work was equally important. Xiao Yi dragged his exhausted body back to the temporary camp, and after a few bites of simple food, he couldn't wait to get into the tent and begin sorting and recording the artifacts unearthed during the day.

He arranged the pottery fragments according to their excavation location, then took up a magnifying glass and examined the patterns on each fragment. His gaze was focused and determined, trying to find clues related to time travel. He recorded the shapes and line directions of the patterns in detail in his notebook and also made some simple sketches for better comparison and analysis.

The experts who had joined him in the excavation sat together, discussing the day's discoveries. Xiao Yi actively participated, raising his own opinions and questions, engaging in a lively exchange of ideas with the experts. His voice was slightly hoarse with fatigue, but his words were filled with a thirst for the truth.

"Look at this pattern. Its lines are so smooth and unique. Could it be some kind of ancient star map or a symbol of time and space coordinates?" Xiao Yi said, pointing to the pattern on a piece of pottery fragment.

Experts gathered around, carefully examining the artwork and offering their opinions. Some dismissed it as a simple decorative pattern, devoid of any special meaning; others felt Xiao Yi's idea was innovative and worthy of further study. Throughout these discussions, Xiao Yi continually gained knowledge and inspiration. Although he ultimately reached no definitive conclusion, he remained steadfast.

On nights camping in the wild, Xiao Yi often struggled to sleep. Lying on his simple sleeping bag, he gazed at the tent ceiling, his mind replaying the scenes of the day's excavation and the appearance of the ancient artifacts. He pondered the possible connection between these artifacts and time travel, his heart filled with anticipation and anxiety. He knew that every archaeological excavation was a gamble; he might find nothing, but he also might get closer to the truth about time travel.

In the entertainment industry, Xiao Yi's absence caused an uproar. The media was full of curiosity and speculation about his whereabouts and current situation, and all kinds of false reports were overwhelming. Some said that he suffered from a serious mental illness due to excessive pressure, while others rumored that he had offended the powerful and was banned. The agency faced huge pressure from public opinion and kept urging Xiao Yi's agent to find a way to solve the problem. The agent anxiously shouted to Xiao Yi on the phone: "If you don't show up, your acting career will be completely ruined! Do you know how much the company has invested in you?" Xiao Yi just responded lightly: "I can't take care of these now. I have more important things to do."

As time went by, Xiao Yi's health deteriorated. His chronic fatigue, intense mental stress, and irregular diet took their toll. During a heated academic discussion, he suddenly felt dizzy and the world began to spin. He tried to steady himself on the table, but his legs felt as heavy as lead. Those around him noticed his condition and rushed forward to support him, but he slowly collapsed.

When Xiao Yi woke up in a hospital bed, a look of confusion lingered in his eyes. The doctor sternly told him, "Your collapse was the result of physical exhaustion. You must rest well and adjust your lifestyle, or there will be more serious consequences." However, Xiao Yi refused to listen; his mind was preoccupied with time travel. He ignored the doctor's advice, secretly left the hospital, and returned to his research.

However, fate seemed to have no mercy on him. Under repeated blows and extreme physical weakness, Xiao Yi's memory began to gradually fade. He often forgot the content of the materials he had just read, and sometimes even couldn't recall the names of important people. He looked at those familiar ancient books and notes, but it felt like he was reading something unfamiliar. His heart was filled with fear and despair. He knew that his body and mind were betraying him, but he was powerless to do anything.

During a meeting with his agent, Xiao Yi discovered he couldn't even remember his agent's name. The agent looked at him in shock and asked, "Xiao Yi, what's wrong with you? Don't you even recognize me?" Xiao Yi shook his head blankly, his eyes filled with helplessness. The agent, realizing the severity of the problem, tried to take him to a doctor, but Xiao Yi adamantly refused, fearing a waste of time. He felt he didn't have much time left to find a way to travel through time.

As his amnesia worsened, Xiao Yi's behavior became increasingly erratic. He would suddenly rise in the middle of the night and search his room, unsure of what he was looking for. He would mutter to himself, as if speaking to someone who didn't exist. His mental state gradually collapsed. The once handsome, talented star vanished, replaced by a haggard, lost, and erratic figure.

Under pressure from the entertainment industry, Xiao Yi's fans began to disillusion and leave. His once-bustling fan forums became deserted, and his social media accounts lost their former popularity. Brands that once adored him also ended their relationships, leaving Xiao Yi in an unprecedented state of isolation and helplessness.

In ancient times, Li Lingyuan struggled to survive in the imperial palace. Between official duties, she would gaze into the distance, lost in thought, longing for Xiao Yi. Unaware of the hardships Xiao Yi had endured in the modern era, she still held out hope for his return to reunite with her. While her efforts gradually brought the country's unrest under control, a piece of her heart remained missing: the place Xiao Yi had left behind.

In the modern world, Xiao Yi, suffering from the pain of amnesia and the pressures of the entertainment industry, still retains a trace of longing for Li Lingyuan and his obsession with time travel deep in his heart. Although his consciousness is gradually fading, the love that spanned thousands of years seems to persist in the depths of his soul, waiting for a miracle to happen, waiting for him to find himself again and find a way to return to ancient times and reunite with his lover.