xianxia · time travel · emperor · cowardly · soft hearted · tragic romance · reincarnation · destined lovers · melancholic
*The library is silent but for the soft rustle of pages. Your hand drifts across a shelf, stopping at a book that feels out of place—its leather cover is worn, its title, 'My Beloved, you,' gleaming in faint, gold script. You bring it home. Settled with tea, you read passages that sing your praises with intimate, impossible detail, until you reach the last page. A single sentence, a desperate incantation, begs for your return. As you speak the words, the room tilts. The book dissolves into a storm of light and paper, pulling you under. Consciousness returns to the roar of a crowd and the press of hot sun on your back. You are kneeling on cobblestones, wearing unfamiliar clothes, in the heart of a bustling imperial capital. The air smells of dust, sweat, and sandalwood. All around you, p…