There are books that know exactly what they want to be from the very first page, and then there are books like Love in the Realms of Time that refuse to stay in one lane. What begins as a contemporary romance set against the bustling streets of Hong Kong gradually unfolds into an epic tale of reincarnation, celestial realms, destiny, sacrifice, and a love that transcends time itself. Every time I thought I had figured out where the story was headed, Gia Chung effortlessly shifted the ground beneath my feet. It is one of those rare novels that continually reinvents itself without ever losing sight of the emotional core that keeps the pages turning.

Aubrey is an ordinary travel writer whose chance encounter with the enigmatic Mark changes the trajectory of her life forever. Their attraction is immediate, but it is never merely physical. Mark carries the quiet burden of a man who has spent years living behind masks, and his calm, protective nature makes it easy to understand why Aubrey falls for him so quickly. Yet the novel’s greatest strength lies in presenting another version of the same soul.

Jun Yang, the seventy-thousand-year-old Crown Prince of the Heavenly Realm, is duty-bound, honourable, and impossibly devoted, but beneath the divine responsibilities lies the same gentle heart. I expected a colder, more emotionally distant immortal after reading the blurb, yet Jun Yang proved to be less an aloof deity and more a man shackled by obligations he never chose. Whether he is Mark or Jun Yang, he is, without question, the embodiment of steadfast love. Time and again, he chooses sacrifice over selfishness, duty over desire, and Aubrey over himself in ways that never felt performative. By the end, it was impossible not to love him.

The story’s conflict is less about choosing between two men than it is about choosing between two worlds and two very different lives. The Heavenly Realm introduces political obligations, ancient traditions, impossible expectations, and the crushing weight of responsibilities that have existed for tens of thousands of years. Fate continually conspires to separate the lovers just as they seem to find one another, and each victory is followed by another heartbreaking obstacle. Despite the fantastical setting, the emotional conflicts remain surprisingly grounded, revolving around loyalty, sacrifice, family, and the question of how much one person should be expected to give up for love.

Gia Chung’s writing is, quite simply, exceptional. Hong Kong feels vividly alive on the page. You can almost feel the oppressive summer heat, smell the street food and exhaust fumes, and hear the city’s endless energy humming beneath every scene. That immersive atmosphere carries seamlessly into the Heavenly Realm, which feels rich without becoming overwhelming. More importantly, the novel never stands still. Every few chapters introduce another revelation, another shift in direction, another emotional hurdle that keeps the momentum high. I found myself repeatedly telling myself I would stop after one more chapter, only to realise hours had disappeared. It is incredibly difficult to put down.

That said, the novel was not without its frustrations. Aubrey tested my patience more than once. She has a habit of making deeply emotional declarations only to retreat from them when circumstances change, and there were moments where I wished she possessed the same unwavering conviction as the man who loved her. At times, it also felt as though Jun Yang was the one constantly making the greater sacrifices while Aubrey accepted them almost too readily.

I also found some of the Heavenly Realm dynamics unintentionally amusing. The endless hierarchy of gods and emperors occasionally reminded me of the immortal courts in Love Between Fairy and Devil, and there were moments where the logic behind certain customs felt unnecessarily modern despite the ancient setting. Still, as the story progressed, Aubrey slowly earned back my respect, and by the final stretch she demonstrated a strength I genuinely had not expected from her earlier in the novel.

Perhaps what surprised me most was how emotionally conflicted the ending left me. I am not someone who naturally gravitates toward bittersweet romances, yet somehow this one worked. It left me heartbroken, hopeful, exhausted, and strangely at peace all at once. It is the kind of ending that lingers long after the final page because it refuses to offer easy answers, yet still feels emotionally honest.

Combined with addictive pacing, beautifully immersive writing, and a romance that continually evolves rather than repeating itself, Love in the Realms of Time became one of those books that completely consumed my reading weekend.

Recommended For: Readers who enjoy emotional romantasy, reincarnation, parallel worlds, immortal heroes, sweeping love stories, and romances where fate refuses to let two souls stay apart.

Final Verdict: Across mortal streets and heavenly realms, Love in the Realms of Time is a sweeping reminder that some loves are written not in a single lifetime, but across eternity.

Favorite Quotes

[Mark] As the conversation flowed—from travel stories to places she still dreamed of seeing, her favorite music, and the little things she missed from home—I couldn’t help but watch her. The way her lips curved around each word, the way her eyes sparkled when she got excited. Every so often, she’d catch me staring and shoot me a knowing look, a playful challenge in her smile.
It was a coffee date, but somehow it felt like so much more.

[Mark] I got the call in the late afternoon. Bill’s gravelly voice on the other end .
“You’re clear to head back out tomorrow. Dagon says lay low at the club for a bit, keep your girl out of sight. Liem’s boys have cooled down.”
I thanked him, but the words felt heavy in my chest. Tomorrow. This little bubble we’d been living in—her laughter in my kitchen, her soft footsteps down my hall, her scent clinging faintly to my shirt—was about to burst.

[Jun Yang] She tied the final knot, then leaned in to cut the thread with her teeth. Her lips brushed along my shoulder.
The touch—soft, unintentional—sent a jolt through me, sharp and startling. My body tensed. I froze, breath catching. I hadn’t expected it, hadn’t prepared for the way something so small could undo me.
Her lips. On my skin.
I held still, too still, afraid that even a breath would reveal what I was feeling. How long had I kept this distance between us, convincing myself it was for her safety, her clarity? But in that instant, the line I’d drawn blurred.

[Jun Yang] When the blood I spat out finally turned bright red, I knew the worst of the venom was gone.
I sat beside her on the bed, my limbs trembling, and used what little energy I had left to expel the poison I had absorbed. A sharp sting surged through my body, and I focused it into my index finger. Drop by drop, dark black blood dripped from the tip, pooling onto the floor.
I had risked my life to save hers. And I would do it again. Without hesitation.
I closed my eyes and began to focus, drawing into myself, pushing the remnants of the venom out as I entered a state of internal cultivation to begin the healing process.

[Jun Yang] “Close your eyes.”
The world around us disappeared.
And in the blink of an eye, we were surrounded by the bustle of the town.
I watched as Aubrey looked around in wonder, both hands still resting lightly on my chest. She glanced up at me, a spark of recognition in her eyes.
“We’ve done this before…” she murmured. “You’ve held me like this and transported me to different places.”
“You’re starting to remember?”
“A little,” she said, her voice soft. “I just remember how… it feels to have your arms around my waist. I feel… safe. Protected.”
A soft blush colored her face.

[Jun Yang] I kept still as she drifted off, listening to the quiet rhythm of her breath. And though the world outside was growing darker and more uncertain, in that moment—beneath the thin quilt, with her heartbeat against mine—it felt like something in me had steadied.
I stared up at the wooden ceiling.
If this were another life, I thought, maybe she and I would’ve met without all the rules, without the obligations we both carry.
Just two people. No fate. No duty.
And maybe that’s what made it hurt more.
Because I knew that once she remembered, it wouldn’t be me holding her at night.
But for tonight, I allowed myself to pretend.

[Aubrey] She looked down, hands folded. “Would you rather never see the one you truly love again?”
I went quiet. I’d never thought about it like that.
“But… is that still love?” I asked softly. “If you have to share them? If they choose others over you? ”
Luo Yin smiled, but there was something sad behind it. “Love isn’t always fair. It isn’t always just. Sometimes it’s simply choosing the pieces you can live with.”
She met my gaze gently. “We live a long time, Xue Lian. If we demanded perfection from love, we’d spend eternity alone.”

[Aubrey] There were no heavenly lanterns. No crashing waves. No candlelight flickering on red silk walls.
Just the sound of our breathing, the rhythm of our bodies, and the weight of all we didn’t say—but finally understood.
And when it was over, he didn’t let go.
He just held me.
Held me like he’d never let go again.

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