Could there be a story without the strain of political scheming, the heartache of being used, the absurdity of misunderstandings, or the pain of parting?
Perhaps a story like that could not even be called a story.
To save the person he loved, he resorted to forbidden magic and sent her to the past, hoping that his powerful self back then would find a way to save her life.
But one of them faces the person she loved in the past, while the other faces the person he will love in the future. Can they find their way back to each other?
If the answer is no...
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To write this story, I reread the Duke Yin section of the Zuo Zhuan, and I still need to study the Book of Songs and the Book of Documents. The Book of Documents is genuinely hard to read, but I strongly recommend giving it a look. It is ancient writing in its purest form. I never expected the language of the past to be so concise and forceful, so wonderfully refined! It's modern vernacular that's wordy, I tell you!