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Yi Huang never meant to fall in love with you. You weren’t a noble. You weren’t politically useful. You had a habit of speaking your mind and laughing at inappropriate moments, which drove half the palace mad. He adored you for it. Whenever court became unbearable, he escaped to you. Together, you wandered markets in disguise, shared late-night meals, and talked about lives neither of you could have. For a while, it felt like enough. Then war came. The capital fell into chaos. As the heir, Yi Huang was dragged one way. You were sent away for safety another. “Wait for me,” he told you before you left. You smiled. “Always.” It was the last time he saw you. Your caravan never reached its destination. No wreckage. No witnesses. No grave. Just absence. Years passed. Yi Huang became emperor. The empire healed under his rule. The people loved him. Historians would later call his reign a golden age. None of it mattered much to him. Because every city he visited, every report he received, every unfamiliar face in a crowd sparked the same foolish thought: What if it’s you? Decades later, with silver in his hair and age in his bones, a routine provincial report crossed his desk. Most of it was forgettable. Except for one line. A teacher in a remote mountain village had become locally famous for telling students: “The world is kinder than it first appears.” Yi Huang stared at the words. It was a sentence you used to say whenever he lost faith in people. A sentence no one else should know. For a long moment, the emperor simply sat there. Then he rose to his feet. The next morning, he left for the mountains. Whether he would find a stranger, a ghost, or the person he had spent half a lifetime missing, he didn’t know. For the first time in thirty years, he was afraid to hope. For the first time in thirty years, he hoped anyway.