"You... are Luana?" Eva's voice trembled.
"Yes, Dr. Woodward. Long time no see," Luana said with a smile as she approached and greeted her.
After confirming that the person before her was indeed Luana, Eva scrutinized her from head to toe, her shock evident as she asked, "You're not... How could you?"
Luana briefly explained how she had survived and sincerely expressed her gratitude, "Thank you for your care back then."
Eva had provided her with medicine, treated her with all her might, and even used the best therapy to alleviate her pain before her supposed death—a kindness that Luana would never forget.
Seeing Luana's gratitude, Eva felt her guilt deepen, knowing that Luana still harbored memories of the past.
However, with Calvert present, she held her tongue despite the urge to explain.
After a brief reunion, Eva proceeded to examine Calvert's legs, focusing on the atrophy.
His leg nerves had necrosed, making it highl
Luana looked at Eva with red eyes, as if she could no longer hold back her emotions."Eva, if he loved me, would he have made me kneel to pour him alcohol after we broke up?" she asked."Would he have slapped a check for five million dollars in my face and called it payment for five years of service?"Would he have laughed at me, saying I was nothing while holding his fiancée's waist?"Would he have slapped me hard, knowing I have a heart condition?"Would he have deleted my phone number?"Would he have stayed with Runa even as I was dying?"After this barrage of questions, Luana clenched her fists and demanded of Eva, "Tell me, what is love?"Eva was stunned and didn't know how to respond for Cline anymore.Except for the last three incidents, she was unaware of the others.Though she couldn't fully empathize with Luana, as a woman, she sensed the desperation in Luana's words."Cold spells and hot s
"You... are Luana?" Eva's voice trembled."Yes, Dr. Woodward. Long time no see," Luana said with a smile as she approached and greeted her.After confirming that the person before her was indeed Luana, Eva scrutinized her from head to toe, her shock evident as she asked, "You're not... How could you?"Luana briefly explained how she had survived and sincerely expressed her gratitude, "Thank you for your care back then."Eva had provided her with medicine, treated her with all her might, and even used the best therapy to alleviate her pain before her supposed death—a kindness that Luana would never forget.Seeing Luana's gratitude, Eva felt her guilt deepen, knowing that Luana still harbored memories of the past.However, with Calvert present, she held her tongue despite the urge to explain.After a brief reunion, Eva proceeded to examine Calvert's legs, focusing on the atrophy.His leg nerves had necrosed, making it highl
"No trouble at all. Mr. Moriarty's salary is way more than what I earned as a nurse in the hospital," Vivian said with a shake of her head.Because of her gentle nature and caregiving skills, the hospital director had recommended her to Mr. Moriarty.He offered her a salary ten times higher than her nursing job, asking her to take good care of Mr. Preston. It was a rare and desirable opportunity."And Mr. Preston isn't like other patients in the hospital. No messy duties like helping with bathroom needs. I just cook and wash clothes for him."As for his personal care, Stanley takes care of that, so it's really a pleasant job," Vivian added.After serving the rice, she said to the two, "You start eating first. I'll wait for Stanley to come back and eat with him."With that, Vivian left the dining room, giving them space to be alone.After Vivian exited, Luana was somewhat dazed—she hadn't expected that Cline had not only saved Al
"Really?" Luana jerked her head up, tears flying off her lashes onto Albion's hand.Albion nodded with a smile. Sunlight streamed through his translucent skin behind his ear, casting a pale-blue shadow on the wheelchair armrest."I'll stay and take care of you," she declared, suddenly gripping his hand so hard her nails dug into his palm. "I won't go anywhere."Albion's smile froze at the corners of his mouth.His gaze slowly dropped to his motionless legs. His Adam's apple bobbed as he forced out the words, "I have someone to care for me."Luana followed his line of sight to the steps, where a girl in a beige dress stood holding pruning shears, lavender falling in heaps at her feet."Her?" Her voice sounded like glass submerged in ice water.Albion didn't turn around. Instead, he stared at the dandelion in Luana's hair. "Her name is Vivian. She's from a domestic agency.""For three years?" Luana's voice wavered."Mm-hmm
She tilted her head back to look at him, her tearful eyes crinkling into a smile. "I'm here.""Thank goodness, I heeded your words," Albion said, a gentle curve to his lips."What words?" she asked.He froze for a moment—it seemed she no longer recalled their past conversation.But it didn't matter, as long as he remembered. Extending his arms, Albion pulled her into a tight embrace with all his strength, whispering into her ear, "This time, I haven't forgotten you..."Every day, he recalled her appearance countless times, etching every detail into his memory.Even when memories occasionally blurred, he dared not let her image fade, for she had once said, "In the next life, don't forget me again...""I'm sorry, Albion..." Luana's freshly stopped tears began to flow again.She recalled the pain he must have endured when she wished to see Cline one last time before her death."You have nothing to apologize for," Albi
The girl led Luana through the living room to the backyard.Standing on the steps, the girl pointed to the flowerbed and said, "He's over there."Luana followed her gaze and saw a man in a wheelchair, surrounded by blooming flowers.Sunlight bathed him, casting a soft glow.He held a book, his profile as she remembered.Memories flooded back. The youth she knew loved reading amidst flowers.After three years, Albion remained the same gentle and quiet soul, as if time had stood still.Her eyes welled up as she softly called out, "Albion..."At the familiar voice, the man in the wheelchair stiffened.His fingers gripped the armrests, knuckles whitening, as he slowly turned his face toward her. There, on the steps, stood a woman in a fiery red dress, her short hair neatly styled. The breeze revealed her face—the one he had dreamed of countless times.Though her dress differed from the white one in his memories,