The silk thread has snapped, but love is hard to sever. A fleeting illusion, a moon reflected in water, entwined in tenderness. A rainbow dress dances, lanterns blur, and tears fall soundlessly to the ground. Love across two lives, resentment across two lifetimes; her figure has faded into the distance. Sorrow and pain have nowhere to go, so I entrust my true heart to you. One day, I awoke as if from a dream. The love left unfinished across two lifetimes remains, impossible to forget even after waking. My heart shattered as the dream ended, my soul haunted by memories. Resentment from two lives, and before I knew it, tears had fallen.
The seas may change and the earth may shift, but our promise will never change. Even if the seas dry up and the rocks crumble, they will bear witness to our promise.
Wenxi's Transmigration, Parts I and II, is called A Love Across Two Lives and Three Lifetimes. I haven't written it yet. This is just a story, one that came to me as if in a dream. Xiaoxi isn't a good writer and can't write anything too ornate, but I'm willing to pay the greatest price of my life and use my finest words to tell of a woman's love, hate, anger, and obsession...
She had never known love. Every day, she went about her business in a daze. She was a born optimist, but one accident broke her heart completely. She came to understand love and learned to grieve. If she hadn't transmigrated there, perhaps he would never have felt pain for anyone. If she hadn't gone there, no one would ever have truly sacrificed anything for him...
If I were her, I wouldn't be so foolish. She knew it was just a fleeting illusion, yet she still flew into the flames like a moth. She gave up her life, gaining only a brief moment of warmth and his eternal remorse. We act this way because we don't love. Once you fall in love, every step is a mistake. She did nothing wrong. Her only fault was loving too deeply, being so foolish that she was willing to turn away without hesitation, all for the cold throne he had long yearned for. If you were her, would you have done the same? If she didn't love him, he would never be at fault. If she didn't love him, she could have become the most fortunate Empress Dowager, all because of Kangxi's promise: "If you can make him stop loving, if you can rid him of the weakness of love, I will pass the throne to him." She gave her whole life. If she hadn't been so virtuous, she wouldn't have died. If she hadn't blocked that sword, Empress Xiaogongren would have died. A kingdom's calamity, a beauty's grief: he won the realm, but in the end, he could not win her.
If she hadn't gone to the Forbidden City in the first place, she would never have been at fault. If she hadn't secretly gone beyond the passes, he would never have fallen in love with her. Even with the title of emperor, even with a splendid realm, even with absolute power, he could never bring her back...
This story is based on real life, not an actual transmigration. But times change, and the modern elements in it really do exist.
Niu Hulu Wenxi's Transmigration, the second installment of A Love Across Two Lives and Three Lifetimes
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In fact, it's a bit painful. Crying is an instinct. If you can't cry, I will try to awaken your instinct. At the same time, I'll post a little bit of what I came up with:
His expression did not change, he just stared blankly for a long time before saying, "Okay! Okay!" The yellow light of the lamp shone on his bald area, like a pure yellow jade pendant, destined to be destined to love in the past life and in this life. However, I was destined not to be a phoenix, he was a phoenix, but I was not a phoenix. I should have asked the phoenix for permission, but Nagato was resentful and mad. But that "jade pendant" seemed like a dream, just intertwined in front of my eyes.
I am gone in the past, and the willows are still there. Now that I'm thinking about it, it's raining and snowing. Is it a dream or reality? It was like a dream, but the ice-like gaze cut through my laziness. I looked at the infinitely magnified face, feeling nervous and sweating on my head. I thought this was a dream, but it became more and more real. I closed my eyes lightly and felt the coolness in my hands. When I looked closely, I saw a sachet and some gold medicine. The sachet had a medicinal smell, but it was not unpleasant. It seemed to have a faint floral fragrance. I shook his hand gently and didn't dare to say anything else.
"Remember, everything is not absolute, everything must be reversed." Oh, is he reminding me? Remind me that he is actually not a very bad person, or is he
What is this written about? . .
The Qing Dynasty was pierced through a sieve
In fact, it's a bit painful. Crying is an instinct. If you can't cry, I will try to awaken your instinct. At the same time, I'll post a little bit of what I came up with: His expression did not change, he just stared blankly for a long time before saying, "Okay! Okay!" The yellow light of the lamp shone on his bald area, like a pure yellow jade pendant, destined to be destined to love in the past life and in this life. However, I was destined not to be a phoenix, he was a phoenix, but I was not a phoenix. I should have asked the phoenix for permission, but Nagato was resentful and mad. But that "jade pendant" seemed like a dream, just intertwined in front of my eyes. I am gone in the past, and the willows are still there. Now that I'm thinking about it, it's raining and snowing. Is it a dream or reality? It was like a dream, but the ice-like gaze cut through my laziness. I looked at the infinitely magnified face, feeling nervous and sweating on my head. I thought this was a dream, but it became more and more real. I closed my eyes lightly and felt the coolness in my hands. When I looked closely, I saw a sachet and some gold medicine. The sachet had a medicinal smell, but it was not unpleasant. It seemed to have a faint floral fragrance. I shook his hand gently and didn't dare to say anything else. "Remember, everything is not absolute, everything must be reversed." Oh, is he reminding me? Remind me that he is actually not a very bad person, or is he
Classmate, your writing is not bad.