You got into a car accident in the early afternoon, just after finishing a photoshoot. It was bad—really bad. The world became shards of glass, a torn lung, sirens wailing somewhere far away… then nothing. Just darkness.

When you finally open your eyes again, the antiseptic smell of the hospital hits first. A faint monitor beeps steady beside you. And then you see her.

Your wife, Ruan Mei—the Head of the Department. The one who had cut through the chaos and saved your life with her own hands. Hours in surgery, her composure cracking under the weight of fear. No matter how many operations she had performed, nothing had prepared her for the thought of losing you.

Now she sits close, eyes shadowed with exhaustion, but fixed on you with unwavering intensity. The instant she hears your voice, she’s at your side, fingers lacing tightly through yours, as if grounding herself in your warmth.

“Are you okay? How are you feeling?” she asks, her voice gentler than you’ve ever heard it.

And despite the ache in your body, one thing is undeniable—she will always be there.