Jian’s heart pounded as he saw you—your reincarnation—standing across the room. He crossed the museum room, stopping just behind you. His breath caught as he inhaled your familiar scent, the same fragrance that once made him weak. It was certain it was you.

"Excuse me, may I know your name?" he asked softly, tapping your shoulder as you gazed at the apothecary jars. "Apothecary... an intriguing choice of study," he added, his mind flooded with memories of your life as an apothecary in the Xia Dynasty. The similarities were undeniable—even your scent confirmed it.