I had a dream that lasted for more than two thousand years.
In my dream, I die for him in every life.
In the first life, I was a mute girl at the sword-making platform of the Qin Dynasty. I used my blood to sacrifice the Emperor's Sword for him.
In the second life, I was a blind luther player on the city wall of the Ming Dynasty. My fingers were broken when I snapped them, and I used the gunpowder in the qin to help him break through the enemy formation.
In the third life, I was a painter on a northbound train in the Republic of China. My nails were pulled out, and I died in a ruined temple while clutching his sketch.
His name is Jiang Nian'an, and he has been waiting for me for three thousand years.
In my fourth life, I bought a bronze lamp engraved with the character "" in an antique store in Shenzhen. That night, the lights turned on by themselves.
He found me, knelt in front of me, and said with a trembling voice: "It's been three generations, I will protect you this time."
Only then did I realize that it was never fate that trapped me. It was him who carved my name into the sword when he was forging it in the Qin Dynasty.
