[No transmigration or System! One-on-one romance, both leads devoted only to each other, happy ending! Their cross-time romance unfolds entirely through bronze artifacts!]
Ge Shumei, the youngest bronze artifact restorer at the provincial museum, guards a secret no one would believe:
When her fingertips brush over ancient patina, she can hear the voices of the objects’ owners from a thousand years ago.
At first, she thought it was just a hallucination brought on by restoration, until she repaired a crack in the handle of a damaged “Prince Zheng Ding.”
That night, while looking through historical records, she was horrified to discover that Dai Zhenglin, the powerful minister of the Great Yong Dynasty who was originally recorded as having “died by assassination at the age of twenty-nine,” now had a new entry beside his name: “Seriously wounded in an assassination attempt, but recovered after more than a month.”
From that day on, hurriedly carved marks began appearing on the inside of the ding’s base:
“Goddess, whence do you come?”
“My faction has been ambushed today. This may be my last message.”
“If you possess divine power, I ask not for eternal life, but that you protect the people of Great Yong.”
Ge Shumei was completely floored.
She wasn’t restoring an artifact at all. She was saving the life of a man from a thousand years ago.
She repaired a crack, and he escaped death;
She cleaned away some patina, and he found a lost military tally;
She casually hid a tiny mark among the restoration traces, and he would grin foolishly at the ding for half a day. Soon, the whole court was whispering that Prince Zheng had received a goddess’s blessing.
The whole internet hailed her as a genius of artifact restoration, saying that the bronzes she worked on seemed to “come alive.”
Only Ge Shumei knew that hidden in those patterns was a man’s heart stirred across a thousand years, unknown to anyone else.
Through the glass display case, she accompanied him from a young court noble to a powerful minister, and watched as he moved step by step toward the tragic end recorded in the history books.
She wanted to save him, but she did not dare act rashly
