The System Says Love Has a Time Limit

By the time the livestream camera flickered on, Wan Luo had endured three thousand years alone. Viewers said there was a mist in her eyes that would never lift, but no one knew it was the vapor rising from countless farewells between life and death. The System "Chronicle" ticked away in her mind. The red numbers flashing on the screen were countdowns to the lives of everyone who came near her: her neighbors, her friends, and even... Liu Feng, the one in the livestream chat who always called her "Wan Luo." He was the first person to step through the screen and come to her, crashing into the secret of her eternal life with a love as fierce as fire. "I'm not afraid of dying," Liu Feng said, clasping her hand, his fingertips pressing against the unchanging warmth of her wrist. "I'm afraid of you being alone." But the System never lied. The first time, he closed his eyes amid the blood of a car crash. The second time, a three-year-old child stopped breathing in her arms. The third time, the flames of war swallowed the last sound of him calling her name... Liu Feng ran to her again and again through endless cycles of reincarnation, only to turn to dust before her eyes each time. Even his name gradually blurred from her memory. Wan Luo watched as the System's functions weakened, as his face faded into a silhouette in her memories, and as an old man in his final reincarnation held her hand and murmured, "I think... I once loved you," before falling into absolute silence. The livestream had long since ended, the viewers had turned to dust, and the moment the System disconnected, all that remained in the world was the sound of wind passing over tombstones. Eternal life is no blessing. It is a divine punishment: to remember love forever, to lose it forever, and to wait forever among the ashes for a reunion that will never come.