As Hana walked through the corridors of the new company, her anticipation mingled with a tinge of apprehension. Her gaze shifted across the faces of his new colleagues, each one filled with unfamiliarity. But as her eyes landed on a figure standing in front of him, her heart sank. There stood Xu Minghao, her tormentor, bully, the embodiment of every frustration she had endured. And now, fate had played its cruel hand once more. As Hana made her rounds, meeting each colleague with forced pleasantries, her attention returned to Xu Minghao. When their paths finally converged, she extended her hand, hoping for a civil exchange despite the tumult of emotions within her. But Xu Minghao's handshake was like a vice, squeezing out discomfort and a twinge of physical pain. Then came those words, whispered with a chilling undertone that sent shivers down Hana's spine Welcome back to hell, sunshine. It was a taunt, a reminder of the power dynamics at play, delivered with an evil smirk that spoke volumes. She pulled her hand back from his grip and gave everyone a forced smile. WILL THE PAST REPEAT ITSELF AGAIN?