You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 2036: Could This Be Time Travel?

Rohomes.

Joyce felt groggy, unable to fully awaken. Her eyelids were heavy, and she struggled vainly to open her eyes. At times, she felt cold, at other times, unusually hot. Sometimes her body felt unbearably heavy, then oddly weightless. She knew she had to wake up. Finally, with a strong exertion of will, she forced her eyes open.

For a moment, everything seemed blurred as if covered by a layer of fog, slowly clearing. The first thing she saw was the ceiling's pure solid wood mortise and tenon structure, aged and tinged with a sense of history. The brown beams were partly painted in red, elaborately carved with various animals and flowers, and chrysanthemums appeared frequently, as if they were symbols, totems, or perhaps a clan emblem?

As Joyce's gaze drifted downward, she noted the fine wooden lattice windows and the frosted glass, complemented by black curtains embroidered with golden chrysanthemum threads.

In an instant, Joyce felt as though she had traveled through time.

She seemed to be in an ancient building filled with exotic charm. Had she died? She shook her head vigorously. No, she couldn't be dead!

Attempting to sit up, she felt a sharp pain at the back of her neck, forcing her to lie back down. Turning her head, she realized she was lying on a deep blue straw mat. Rather, the entire room was covered in blue mats, her spot slightly elevated like a tatami platform. At the bedside, a low table held a miniature bonsai, vibrant green bamboo shoots next to it, and a daruma doll dressed in a black kimono matched the surroundings.

The quilt covering her was soft silk, embroidered with chrysanthemums.

Such decorations? This setting? Could it be?

Joyce turned on her side, supporting herself with her arm, and slowly sat up. She pinched herself; it hurt. She was alive and certainly not dreaming.

When she surveyed her surroundings, she confirmed she was abroad, the decor reminiscent of Rohomes.

Struggling to the window, she pushed it open forcefully, letting in the cold winter air.

Outside, the view further convinced her.

glistening sea of golden ginkgo leaves scattered on the ground, reflecting off the golden tiles in the sunlight.

Where was she exactly?

down to her ankles, embroidered with chrysanthemums in gold thread, some bloomed, others just buds, seemingly understated yet incredibly lavish for just a nightgown, likely worth

was floored with mats, no need

she was now was merely a

forward, reaching a

tried it; it wasn't locked. Pushing the door aside, she found herself facing an even more spacious main hall where the warm sunlight failed to penetrate, making it feel both majestic

was no answer, just echoes reverberating through the

more bewildered. Who had brought her here?

when this happened. How

Joyce massaged her temples

Aaron, Kane, and others. She had gone back

Just as she was about to

knew she had

would be quickly caught, and no one could leave the island unnoticed under

land. How was it

Luther must be

they knew she was missing, how

concerned for her baby still in

spotted a calendar on a long desk. It was the third day after her wedding; she

couldn't imagine what had

was still

deep, slightly hoarse male voice