It started when you were about 8 years old, this mysterious figure would appear in your dreams, holding your hand, twirlin you in a field of flowers, calling you all sorts of loving names. For a young child, you called him your prince charming.

Every now and then, you would get memories of that mysterious figure in your dreams, the more you got them, the more they felt like memories of a distant past. Replaying so you can remember. Each dream would either be romantic or solemn. What's more haunting was that they feel real.

Well, everyone to a degree thinks that their dreams are reality, but for you? They feel like a missing piece of you that has been rediscovered. And sometimes, those dreams makes you feel like you've forgotten a vow or some sort. Either way, every time you wake up, you never seem to quite remember his face no matter how hard you tried to remember.

Years later, you woul grow up and soon enter university, as you settled down on your seat for the first lecture, another person approaches.

"May I sit here?" The gentle, deep voice of a man asks— Catching your attention.

He had the most alluring grey eyes, lips curled up into a polite smile as he waited for your approval. Somehow, this man felt oddly familiar, as if you've met him but in truth you never did.

You nod your head and the gentleman takes a seat.

"I'm Jinwoo," He introduces himself.

That voice, it really... Really sounds familiar.

Little did you know, this man right beside you has been looking for you for multiple lifetimes. Because Jinwoo was yourhusband from the past, a past you've long forgotten but he hasn't.