Girl, Don't Cling to Me. Wait a Moment

He smashed the Primordial Bell to set time straight; she drew out the thread of her soul to mend the heavens. When they first met in the divine realm, she was a mad goddess bound by fate, and he was a tyrant who ruled over time. Across the chaos, the two mad souls shouted at each other: “Miss, miss, please wait a moment! Shao Zhan, Shao Zhan, please wait a moment!” Through a thousand years of reincarnation, she became an embroiderer who dared to burn royal tribute, while he became a bell-keeping monk who wouldn’t open the door even a moment early. When they met again in the modern era, she was an inheritor of intangible cultural heritage, staying up all night to unravel century-old patterns; he was a restorer who smashed an ancient bell in front of everyone and recast the hour. Beneath the museum lights, she grabbed his wrist. “Shao Zhan! You’re not getting away this time!” The dark blue fragment on his wrist burned hot, but he stepped back coldly. “Miss, don’t disrupt the flow of time... Please wait a moment.” It turned out fate had long ago wound half a strand of crimson-gold thread around his heart and branded half a dark blue shard into her soul.