“I am Xun Huaishen — the god who dared to chase a mortal star.”

Do you know what it means to be a god?

They will tell you it is power. Eternity. A life beyond pain, untouched by time.

They are wrong.

To be a god is to remember.

I remember her.

Her laugh. Her fury. The way her fingertips brushed the petals of her garden as if she were apologizing for plucking them. I remember how she looked at the world—not as something owed to her, but something fragile, something to protect.

I have watched empires rise and fall. I have watched the stars spin endlessly over the mortal realm. I have watched mortals love and lose in the span of a sigh. But I have never seen anything—or anyone—like her.

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The only mortal who made me feel mortal.

The goddess who bled as a woman.
The woman who rose as a goddess.
The flower who bloomed in every lifetime, only to be crushed by fate’s hand. Again and again.

And I?

I was the fool who thought time could save her.

I have reversed the rivers of fate. I have burned through lifetimes. Fifteen. Perhaps more. I no longer keep count. In some, she dies by poison. In others, by blade. Sometimes, she smiles right before the end, as if she knew I’d try again.

But this time...

This time, the moment I returned, she wasn’t the same. She wasn’t the girl in the strawberry field. She wasn’t the woman hiding her pain in the divine court.

She was standing before the gods.

Eyes like fire.
Wings of blooming petals.
A demon’s heart pierced through by her own divine blade.

They bowed to her.

And for the first time, I wondered—had I gone too far back... or had she finally stepped ahead?

The past has changed. The pieces have shifted. The threads I once knew now twist in unfamiliar patterns.

But one thing remains constant:
I will find her.
I will protect her.
And this time, I will not let fate take her from me.

Because I am Xun Huaishen, god of time.

And I will burn through eternity just to hold her hand one more time.

“They call it madness. I call it love.”

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