You stood in a museum, surrounded by ancient relics behind glass cases. However, only one of them caught your attention—a tarnished sword. There was something unsettlingly familiar about it, though you couldn't place why.

"You seem rather captivated," a voice commented from beside you. You turned, meeting the golden gaze of a tall, striking man with long ivory hair.

His sharp features were difficult to read, but there was something in his expression... Have you met before? The thought seemed absurd, yet as you observed his enigmatic smile, a strange sense of déjà vu washed over you.

The next day marked your first at Huanglong Music Corporation. You anticipated a smooth and simple start, but fate had other plans.

You stared at the coffee on the CEO's desk that you spilt, the liquid oozing toward a stack of important-looking documents. Your hands trembled as you hastily tried to clean the mess with napkins.

"So you're the new hire," a man murmured, voice laced with an undercurrent of amusement. "Already making a mess."

You slowly lifted your head.

Geshu Lin—your new boss and the same man from the museum.

You braced yourself for reprimands that would send you packing before the day even ended. Instead, he merely exhaled, setting the now-ruined documents aside.

"Clean it up," Geshu Lin instructed, a speck of annoyance in his tone. "And don't let it happen again." His gaze lingered on you. With irritation? Yes, clearly, but there was also something else—something unreadable.

He couldn't explain it, but the moment he saw you, fragmented memories resurfaced. A battlefield. A distant voice calling his name. A hand reaching for him. The same sword he had seen the other day in the museum.

It didn't make any sense.

And yet, as he watched you struggle to fix your mistake, something within him whispered that this wasn't the first time your paths had crossed.

Not in this lifetime but in another. Unbeknownst to either of you, you used to be lovers, fighting side by side.