I fell deeply into unconsciousness, my body burning like a fire about to be extinguished.
Dreams quietly emerged.
These were memories from long ago.
-The border war zone, where gray, overcast skies hung low, surrounded by the thick scent of blood and medicine.
High temperatures, gunfire, and the wails of the wounded wove together into the chaos unique to battlefields.
Back then, I was still an unknown little healer who had come to the battlefield for internship rescue work, only to encounter a brutal war where rogues attacked in groups.
Wearing a white healer’s robe, I crouched beside a werewolf covered in lacerations, frantically cleaning his wounds with trembling hands as I recited basic healing incantations.
I was quickly spotted by a rogue wandering nearby. He slowly approached me, my body shaking with fear.
Just then, a gust of wind rushed toward me.
I looked up and saw him–Ferris.
He was as handsome as a war god from mythology, his hair flying in the wind, his battle armor battered but impenetrable, his eyes sharp as knife blades.
He quickly slayed the rogue, his cold features softening when he saw me.
‘It’s not safe here.”
His voice was deep and powerful as he reached out to pull me from the pool of blood, his fingertips burning hot. “Don’t stay alone on the front lines anymore.”
I stared at him in a daze, my heartbeat beginning to accelerate uncontrollably.
Later I learned he was a high–ranking commander sent by Silver Moon Pack, and that battle ended early because of his involvement.
And I was just an unknown healer’s apprentice.
But in that instant, I gave all my heart and tenderness to him.
I began working hard in silence, yearning for the day I could stand beside him, no longer just a nobody who could only clean up after battles.
I followed in his footsteps, studying medicine, learning tactics–even just catching a glimpse of him from afar made me feel happy.
I thought that if I worked hard enough, I could become worthy of him.
When he was severely injured, I stepped forward without hesitation, choosing to donate my bone marrow to him while he was unconscious.
Looking at his figure, I softly called his name in my dream: “Ferris…”
I don’t regret meeting Ferris, but if I had to do it again, I would never choose to marry him.
I don’t know how much time passed before my consciousness gradually cleared. My head was still dizzy, and my throat felt like it was burning with fire.
I tried moving my fingers, only to find my palm grasping warm skin.
1 struggled to open my eyes.
Chapter 4
Binding white light made me dizzy for a moment, then a blurry, tall figure entered my vision.
Terry.
He sat beside my hospital bed with his head down, brow furrowed, looking more exhausted than I’d ever seen him, as if he’d been up all night.
Hearing my movement, he jerked his head up. Those deep pupils were filled with panic and shock,
“Aurora?” His voice was hoarse beyond recognition, urgency hiding careful caution.
I slowly turned my head, avoiding his gaze, and spoke softly: “Why are you here?”
He was silent for half a second, as if struck speechless, then said quietly: “I… I got the news and came immediately.”
I didn’t speak, just closed my eyes and leaned back against the pillow wearily.
He wanted to say something more, but I slowly withdrew my hand, leaving his suspended in mid–air.
“I’m fine now. You can go, don’t let Ashley misunderstand.” My voice was hoarse but unusually calm.
