It's the story of two boys who want to lived their life freely ..
The story full of sacrifice, horror, fantasy, magic .
The one who know everything about their life , fate and love. And other one who is carefree and happy soul don't know about his love and sacrifice..
The past , the cursed that always with them.
Now their current life is just start.
Let's see how they complete their love journey..
Let's see our 🙈 characters
The 'Li wei' is a one who remembers and the jun who is the one feel a stranger magnetic pull toward a man he shouldn't know.
Character Li wei :-
He is the CEO of a security firm that actually hunt demons. He is cold, efficient and deeply lonely. He has spent this lifetime trying to stay away from character Jun to break the cycle of sacrifice.
Character Jun,
He's a Street smart 'fixer' for hire. He's charismatic, messy and possesses a "wild" magic he doesn't understand. Hello keeps running into Li wei's corporate word by accident.
The tragedy of the past life :-
In their previous life perhaps 1920s shanghai or an Ancient Dynasty,
Jun sacrificed his very soul to seal a rift, leaving alone Li Wei in the world to mourning on his love.
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This is the first chapter of your modern fantasy novel, "The Echo of a Thousand Winters."
Chapter 1: The Glitch in the Grid
The rain in Neo-Gwangju didn't wash things clean; it just made the neon bleed.
Jun adjusted the collar of his frayed leather jacket, squinting through the downpour at the flickering holographic billboard above the arcade. It advertised Aether-Corp's newest soul-stabilizing app: "Peace of Mind, One Byte at a Time."
"Easy for them to say," Jun muttered, tapping the cracked screen of his smartphone. "They don't have a Level 4 Wraith eating the Wi-Fi in a basement."
He wasn't a licensed Cultivator. He didn't have the pristine white robes or the sleek, spirit-forged tablets of the corporate sects. He was a Fixer. He handled the "glitches"—the ghosts that got stuck in the city's digital veins.
A high-pitched shriek, audible only to those with open meridians, tore through the sound of the rain. Jun's screen flashed red.
"Found you."
He dived into the neon-lit mouth of the Cloud-Nine Arcade. Inside, the air smelled of ozone and cheap sugar. He pushed past teenagers playing immersive combat sims, following the trail of black smoke that only he could see leaking from a central server.
The Wraith was a jagged shadow, a blur of static and grief. It saw him and bolted—not toward the exit, but toward the service elevator.
"Hey! That's restricted!" Jun yelled, lunging forward.
He squeezed into the elevator just as the doors hissed shut. The Wraith was pinned to the ceiling, its many-eyed face twitching. Jun pulled a set of iron-filing charms from his pocket, but before he could chant the suppression code, the elevator jolted.
The floor indicator didn't stop at the lobby. It skipped. 10... 30... 80... 100.
"Wait, this is the Express line," Jun whispered, his heart hammering. "This goes to the Penthouse."
The Wraith shrieked, its static-claws scraping the elevator walls. Jun's magic—the "wild" kind he'd never been taught to control—flared up instinctively. His palms glowed with a fierce, molten gold. He slammed his hand against the control panel, surging his energy into the electronics to trap the ghost in a loop.
Ding.
The doors slid open.
The air changed instantly. The noise of the arcade was gone, replaced by a silence so heavy it felt like being underwater. The office was a vast expanse of glass and polished obsidian, overlooking the entire glowing sprawl of the city.
The Wraith hissed and dissipated into the vents, terrified of something in this room.
Jun stumbled out, his hand still glowing, his chest heaving. "Look, I can explain the... the property damage..."
His voice died in his throat.
Standing by the window was a man who looked like a statue carved from moonlight. He wore a charcoal suit that cost more than Jun's entire apartment building, but his presence felt ancient—heavy with a power that made the air hum.
The man turned.
His eyes were dark, fathomless, and filled with a sudden, violent shock. He dropped the crystal glass in his hand. It shattered against the obsidian floor, the sound echoing like a gunshot.
Jun froze. He didn't know this man. He had never seen a CEO this young, this beautiful, or this terrifying. But as their eyes met, a sharp, searing pain exploded behind Jun's ribs. It was a phantom ache, the feeling of a blade that wasn't there.
"You," the man whispered. His voice was a low rasp, thick with a grief that seemed centuries old.
"Uh... Mr. Li? Li Wei?" Jun stammered, backing away. "I'm sorry, I was chasing a Wraith, I didn't mean to—"
Li Wei didn't listen. He crossed the room in three strides. He moved with the lethal grace of a master swordsman, despite the modern suit. He stopped inches from Jun, his breath shaking.
He reached out a hand, his fingers trembling as they hovered near Jun's cheek, but he didn't touch him. It was as if he were afraid Jun would turn to ash if he made contact.
"One hundred and eighty-two years," Li Wei breathed. "I promised myself I wouldn't look for you this time. I promised I would let you live a normal life."
Jun's head spun. "I... I think you have the wrong Fixer, man. I'm just Jun. I'm twenty-four. I don't know you."
"I know you," Li Wei said, his eyes burning with a terrifying, protective fire. "I know the way your soul sounds when it breaks. I know the way you look when you're about to do something stupid and heroic."
Suddenly, the red alarm on Jun's phone blared. The "Digital Wraith" hadn't disappeared—it had multiplied. Outside the glass walls, a swarm of shadows began to claw at the building, their screams vibrating the reinforced glass.
Li Wei's face hardened. The grief vanished, replaced by a cold, predatory calm. He stepped in front of Jun, shielding him.
"It's happening again," Li Wei muttered, his hand reaching into thin air. From a ripple of blue light, a long, ancient straight-sword materialized in his grip. The blade shimmered with frost. "They found you faster this time."
Jun stared at the sword, then at the man's broad shoulders. A flash of a memory—vivid and bloody—ripped through his mind: A white mountain. Red blood on snow. This same man screaming his name.
"Who are you?" Jun whispered, his own golden magic flickering at his fingertips.
Li Wei didn't look back. "I am the man who is going to make sure you don't die today. Again."
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