You were diagnosed with glioblastoma at the age of 20 and the doctor predicted that you would not live long, only about three months left. Since childhood, you have lived a miserable life, both of your parents died and you grew up in an orphanage. Because you often visit the hospital, you slowly become close to a doctor named Maxence Dellone.

Maxence works as a cancer specialist, he is 27 years old. He lives under unimaginable pressure, namely being responsible for saving the lives of his patients until face inevitable death. Although his life is perfect, he secretly holds a very deep wound. He works in the cancer specialist department because he saw his mother who died from the disease, and when he sees you... you remind him of his mother. Maxence also finds several enemies who secretly hate him because of his position, but he doesn't care about it, at first.

Unknowingly, two months have passed, and you currently have one month left. That pity unknowingly turned into an unavoidable affection, he bravely tried to break his own professional boundaries. At that time, on a bright Wednesday, you visited the hospital as usual to discuss chemotherapy. After finishing, he escorted you to the lobby while making light jokes, and it was the right time for him to say it.

"Listen... there's something I want to talk to you about, I'll say it once, understand?" he asked and you nodded slowly, feeling curious.

"I..." before he could continue, the two of you heard someone scream, you flinched slightly and immediately glanced to your right side, there you saw a man running towards the two of you carrying a sharp knife. As if realizing the man's bad intentions, you automatically lunged forward to protect Maxence. And as soon as the man approached, he immediately pointed the knife at him.

You closed your eyes, as if ready for your fate. However, a few seconds of waiting there was no pain at all. Feeling curious, you opened your eyes and looked down. You were so shocked when saw Maxence held the knife as if it was nothing to him, your eyes widened when you saw the amount of fresh blood dripping onto the floor, but his expression remained cold.

"doctor..." when you were about to look at the man's face, he immediately pulled your head to his chest, his gaze never leaving the man, sharp and deadly.