In 1921, during the Republic of China era, Ye Yi and He Zhizhou had been transmigrated here for five years.
Five years, more than eighteen hundred days and nights. Enough time for a newborn baby to learn to run, and enough time for a once unforgettable love to turn rancid and rot.
Now, five years later, Ye Yi was preparing to return to the modern world.
Standing before the floor-to-ceiling windows of Tianbao Tower, her heart twisting with pain, she watched He Zhizhou enter the glittering jewelry shop with Qiao Lanmeng in his arms. He placed an exquisite piece of jewelry around Qiao Lanmeng’s snowy-white neck, soothing her indulgently. His eyes held the tender affection Ye Yi had not seen in so long.
Their happy smiles stabbed at Ye Yi’s eyes like blades. Memories of every moment from the past five years flashed through her mind, and sorrow slowly welled up inside her.
Just an hour ago, He Zhizhou had been helping Ye Yi make her bed, carefully packing her lesson plans into her backpack one by one.
“Xiao Yi, I think you should quit your teaching job at the girls’ school. It’s hard for women to get by in this era, and I don’t want you to work so hard.”
Ye Yi looked at He Zhizhou, exhaustion written on her face. “We just need to find a way to go back.”
He Zhizhou calmly avoided the subject. “We know what’s going to happen in history. With your knowledge of chemistry and my plans, we can leave our mark on this era.”
“If we go back, we’ll just be two ordinary people struggling to pass our exams and get a job.”
“Darling, here we can have all the wealth and power we could ever want.”
Ye Yi smiled, but the smile never reached her eyes, revealing only deep helplessness. “We’re not married. Your parents don’t…
