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    Just as Corrine withdrew her hand, Carson caught it in a firm grasp. The warmth and softness of her palm sent a rush of certainty through him. It wasn’t a dream. She was real. After all these years, he had finally seen her again.


    She looked different now—more poised and refined, like a rare and untouchable treasure.


    “Did it hurt?” Corrine asked, her tone calm and steady as she met Carson’s gaze.


    Carson nodded instinctively before quickly shaking his head, realizing his mistake. He looked almostically flustered.


    The nurse, noticing the sweat on his forehead, quickly stepped forward, thinking he was unwell.


    But then she saw it. Carson’s ears were burning red, like they were about to catch fire.


    She instantly understood. He wasn’t in pain. He was shy.


    Over the past year, Carson had be the standout of the military district, excelling in both training and realbat situations. Yet, no matter how…


    No matter how impressive a man was, he could still find himself uncharacteristically timid before a striking beauty. However, Carson knew his reaction wasn’t born from shyness. It was excitement—pure and overwhelming.


    He vividly remembered the gunfight that erupted while he was studying abroad a few years ago. The searing pain of a stray bullet piercing his abdomen was unforgettable. Just as unforgettable was the image of Corrine, moving swiftly through the chaos, backlit by the setting sun. Her actions were calm and decisive as she pulled him back from the brink of death.


    Back then, she wore a camouge uniform, her short hair barely brushing her cheekbones. Her youthful face radiated strength and determination.


    After the danger had passed, Carson had desperately tried to track her down, eager to properly thank her for saving his life. But his efforts were in vain.


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    He revisited the site of their encounter countless times, hoping to see her again. Yet, she was like a goddess who had descended from the heavens just when he needed her most—and then vanished.


    Even after all these years, he had never forgotten her. But never in his wildest dreams did he expect to see her again in a hospital.


    “Your corbone needs a metal pin for stabilization, but everything else looks fine,” Corrine said as she pulled her hand away. But Carson’s grip tightened around her wrist.


    Corrine’s eyes darkened slightly, irritation shing across her face. “Let go,” she ordered, her tone sharp.


    Realizing his mistake, Carson quickly released her. “Sorry, I was just overwhelmed,” he said. “No offense intended.”


    Corrine remained silent and turned to leave.


    “Do you really not remember me?” Carson called out eagerly as she walked away.


    She paused and then turned back to face him.


    “It’s me. We met five years ago in Forestvale,” Carson continued. “You saved my life back then.”


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