When they met again, in this world, he had not recognized her at once. She was Hua Jing now, standing in front of him, defending him from the sneers of others in the entertainment world. That day, he had only thought she was brave, unlike anyone he had ever seen.
But later, when he discovered her family background, when fragments of familiarity began piecing themselves together, the truth had dawned on him.
She was that little girl.
His little girl.
The one he had wanted to protect with all his might.
And then—fate had not been done with them. As though the heavens themselves wove their destinies tighter, the two of them had transmigrated together into the ancient world.
There, when she had remembered, when their souls had once again walked side by side, he had been certain. This was no coincidence. This was fate.
He lowered his head now, pressing his lips gently against her hair as his thoughts stirred with all the lives they had shared.
