[Reunited after a thousand years, only to miss each other again]
Lin Nianchu, a restorer of antique paintings and calligraphy, had been haunted by fragments of broken dreams since childhood. Then, among the collection of Lu Chengyuan, a rising tech tycoon, she found a tattered portrait of a Song dynasty general. The figure’s features were exactly like the phantom she had sketched countless times.
The moment Lu Chengyuan saw her, he knew it was her: the daughter of a military family who had taken poison and died because he had said, “Carry out the law,” when he held power over the court. Reborn with overwhelming remorse, he vowed to make amends in this life.
[But he didn’t know that she had returned, too.]
She carried the memory of being sentenced to death by him, along with a bone-deep chill and betrayal. The harder he pressed his apologies and protection upon her, the more they seemed to her like the last tender illusion before her country fell in their previous life.
[When the schemes began anew, the familiar car accident, forged evidence, and carefully staged “betrayal” returned...]
Haunted once more by the nightmares of his past life, he gave her the same icy accusation he had made a thousand years ago, just when she most needed to trust him.
“Lin Nianchu, in the end... you’ve chosen the other side again.”
She smiled, as calm as she had been in the prison of the Ministry of Justice, before drinking the poisoned wine.
“Lu Chengyuan, a cup of poison in our past life and humiliation in this one. We’re even.”
Then she fell from before his eyes, just as she had fallen from his life in their previous existence.
[When the truth finally came to light, he was shattered with grief and understood:] The most painful kind of loss isn’t forgetting. It’s remembering, then repeating the same mistake in a new time and place, pushing the person you love into the abyss all over again because you remember.
“Bound by love across two lifetimes, a single thought between life and death. You’re invited to take your place in this gripping game spanning a thousand years.”
