The sun was shining through the window of the room, and the city's cars were making noise.
Wei Ying composed himself, and while making a cup of tea, he immersed himself in the thought of his job.
For the past three months, he had applied to every company, every office, but fate seemed to be mocking him.
"Maybe I just hate fate…" he said with a slight laugh.
But today was different.
A new message arrived in his email —
"Come to Lan Corporation for an interview."
A smile appeared on Wei Ying's lips, but there was also an unknown uneasiness in his heart.
"Lan… why does this name sound so familiar?"
He shook his head and began to get ready.
On top of the tallest building in the city, behind a glass door, sat Lan Wangji —
a world-renowned businessman.
Quiet, dignified, and inaccessible.
White shirt, navy suit, and the same serious calm on his face that seemed to prevent anyone from getting close.
The secretary knocked lightly on the door.
"Sir, a new candidate is coming for an interview today."
Wang Ji simply said, "Send it."
There was no expression on his face, but there was depth in his eyes — as if centuries of silence were hidden.
Wei Ying stepped out of the elevator, files in hand, a shy smile on his face.
As he entered the conference room, the wind stopped.
That moment seemed to hold on to time.
Wang Jie looked up—and there was the face he had been waiting for for a thousand years.
His heart stopped beating, but his face remained serious.
"Sit down," he said coldly.
Wei Ying looked into his eyes in surprise—
There was something there, some unspoken recognition, some silent memory.
But he told himself, "It's just an interview, Wei Ying. Don't be crazy."
Wang Jie opened his file, but his eyes kept returning to his face.
"This is him…" His heart said,
"You finally came…"
Wang Ji opened her file, but his eyes kept falling on her face.
"This is it..." his heart said,
"Finally, you've come..."
He was trying to stop himself.
The burden of a thousand years of silence, waiting, and prayers seemed to be broken in an instant.
Wei Ying's voice, her eyes, her breathing — everything was the same.
His heart was screaming, "This is not a dream… This is reality!"
Wang Ji felt his hands shaking.
He took a deep breath, but his emotions were getting out of control.
"You're back… My Wei Ying…" he said in his heart, but his lips remained silent.
Wei Ying was waiting for an answer to a question, but no words came to Wang Ji's lips.
Just eyes — in which centuries of pain, love, and peace were all together.
Time stopped for a moment.
Wang Ji's breathing quickened.
He stood up from his seat — as if moved by some unknown force.
Wei Ying looked up in surprise,
"Sir…? Is everything okay—"
But before he could finish his sentence, Wang Ji took a step towards him.
As if the air in the room had stopped.
The next moment, Wei Ying was in his arms —
No intention, no consciousness — only feeling.
Wei Ying's eyes widened.
"This… this is what you—?"
He pushed, and Wang Ji stepped back, as if waking up from a dream.
Surprise on his face, regret in his eyes.
"I…" His voice was trembling.
"Sorry…"
That was all he could say.
He stepped back, sat down in his chair, and clenched his hands into fists.
"Why did I do this?" His heart screamed.
"I promised not to hurt her…"
Wei Ying still stood there, both afraid and curious.
The only sound in the room was the sound of his heartbeat.
Wang Ji lowered his gaze—and for the first time, felt moisture in his eyes.
The night was silent once again.
Even amidst the noise of the city, Wei Ying's room was strangely quiet.
He turned over on the bed, but sleep seemed to refuse to take him into its arms.
The same strange feeling in his heart, as if an unknown person was around him, as if someone was calling him from afar.
When sleep finally took possession of his eyes, he was standing in a strange place, A unique combination of fog, light, and fragrance in the air.
Far away, under a tree, a person stood.
White clothes, long hair, and a face… hidden in the fog.
Wei Ying took a step, but with each step, the ground seemed to disappear from under him.
"Who are you?" he called out.
No answer.