He kneels like a gentleman, then chokes her like a villain—no transition, no remorse. The white-clad observer? Silent judge. Through Time, Through Souls weaponizes tradition: every pearl on her dress is a tear he’ll never see. 😳🐉
Ling’s red qipao survives choking, falling, even a nightmare—yet she wakes up smiling. Through Time, Through Souls isn’t about fate; it’s about how trauma becomes glitter in her eyes. That gourd bottle? A time-travel cheat code. 🌹✨