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A few days passed in Julian's home after Anastasia's wake. 

Her days had become a repetitive cycle—waking up, taking her prescribed medicines, and following the doctor's recommended stretches. With the nurse's assistance, she managed a few steps, hoping to regain her ability to walk again soon.

Every day, she recalled some blurry images of herself in a hospital getting some leg stretches as if she'd had an accident in the past that had landed her in a similar situation. 

However, no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't recognize the face of the man who had been by her side at that moment. And the other moments she was slowly starting to recall. 

She had a hunch it could be her Xavier, but just once, she wished she could recall even a single memory they had shared together.

Anastasia was in her room watching the news.