Three Thousand Years with You

[Gong's POV | Quick Transmigration | Gong Dies, Shou Goes Mad | Beautiful Gong x Handsome Shou | 1v1]

Hot-faced, fiery gong x cold-faced, adorable shou

[The blurb is in first person, but the full story is in third person]

I don't want to be human, but in every world, I'm stuck being one.

He's in every world. I open my eyes, and there he is. I close them, and there he is again. So I have every reason to believe that his reckless heart is what turned into my endless cycle of tribulation. If I stay away from him, I can stop being human.

But there he is, standing before me, tears streaming down his face as he sobs out his accusation: "You were the one who started this!"

"You have to take responsibility for me!"

I'm doomed! A male ghost is haunting me! I scream and run.

First Life: Cross-dressing beauty gong x cold-faced powerful minister

I was born a man, but the moment I opened my eyes, I found myself a cross-dressing beauty, with a powerful mother who wanted to marry me off to someone else.

On our wedding night, he lifted my veil and said coldly, "I've known you were a man all along."

I played dumb. "Really? Even when you look at this face, you still can't accept me?"

For some reason, he blushed. I smiled, hooked an arm around his shoulders, and kissed him.

Second Life: Foreign hostage gong x sickly, possessive crown prince shou

With my homeland weakened, I was sent to the Han court as a hostage from Loulan. When I pushed open the door, I saw him seated on a gilded couch, plucking the strings of a seven-string zither.

I asked him to teach me the zither, since my hometown had no such instrument. He gladly agreed.

I asked him to teach me the art of statecraft, because I believed the Han people had unmatched wisdom. He gladly agreed.

It seemed he would agree to anything I asked.

So I asked him to let me go home, because my homeland was still suffering. This time, he refused.

To avenge my country, I once strangled him with a zither string in the dead of night.

On the day of the palace coup, he swung his sword at me. Its edge grazed my neck, leaving a scar deep enough to expose the bone.

Scar for scar, what a perfect match, what a fitting pair. It was as if yin and yang had met, while love and hate were separated by a river no one could ever cross.

Third Life: Fox spirit visual-kei rock gong x wealthy young master shou who left the clergy

At last, I wasn't human anymore! I was a fox spirit!

But why do foxes have to cultivate a human form? And why do they have to make music? The clan leader even said this was demon rock, and ordered me to gain a hundred thousand followers in a month.

All I could do was tuck my tail away and enter a Buddhist temple, praying the gods would grant my wish. I never expected someone to fall from the sky...

A bald man, and he looked exactly like him. A huge, bald man.

I shouted, "Ghost! I don't like bald guys! Stop following me!"

His eyes filled with tears. "Then I'll leave the clergy! Don't run!"

4. Demon-clan villain gong x righteous gentleman shou

In my fourth life, I was the young lord of the demon clan, and he was the most outstanding disciple of the righteous sects. He defied his sect's rules and charged into my camp with a long saber.

He said, "I want to join you!"

I said, "No. This path is closed. Please find another righteous path."

He said, "Then I'm in love with you! I want to be your partner!"

I shouted, "Ghost! I refuse to admit it!"

He said, "There's a red thread connecting us in your palm!"

I looked, and... well, it really did seem like an unfinished romance from a past life.

I believed him, until he slaughtered the entire demon sect in one night. He drew his sword and severed the red thread in my palm, but when he pulled out the blade, he didn't leave. He just stared at my bleeding hand, his Adam's apple bobbing for a long time, without managing to say a word.

For three thousand years, I've traveled through three thousand lesser worlds, all to sever this tangled fate that has bound us across lifetimes and erase the ignorant, deluded thoughts that keep drawing me in. But every time I open my eyes in a new life, he is waiting at the end of my destiny, ready to bind me to him once more.

"The Great Way is found only after the heart has died; this body was led astray by my own self."

Only then did I understand: a deluded heart is an obsession that cannot be severed, and this body is a bond I cannot escape.

You and I have been entwined for three thousand years, endlessly.

Theme: Value every choice you make in life