Chapter 2

I have the ability to be reborn, and it's real.

Three years ago, before I was pulled out as the sole survivor of that plane crash, the system informed me that I had gained three lives.

The first one, I used on myself, allowing me to survive that air disaster.

Garrison was the rescue team captain who came to investigate the accident.

He was tall, wearing a deep blue uniform with straight shoulder lines.

Standing in front of the plane wreckage, he was surrounded by an aura of coldness, like a general who had stepped out of a bygone era.

I trembled, curled up on the stretcher. He turned his face towards me, his well-defined jawline tightly clenched.

When those pitch-black eyes swept over me, it felt as if they could see right through to my soul.

"Don't be afraid," he said, "You're safe now."

His voice was deep and pleasant, like warm water slowly pouring into my heart.

At that moment, I was completely smitten. The system said that if I maintained a three-year marriage with my destined person, I could stay in this world forever.

Looking at the stern man before me, I decided to take a chance.

This was the first time that Summer, at twenty-eight, had ever wanted something so desperately.

Garrison appeared to be in his early thirties, very tall, with a lean, muscular build from years of training.

He walked with a distinctive rhythm, probably due to his military background.Every time I pass by the rescue squad, I can instantly recognize his silhouette.

I begin to approach him as an ordinary person.

Every day, I bring coffee to the rescue team and prepare late-night snacks for those working overtime.

I know I'm like a lowly groupie, but I don't care.

They say Garrison never accepts anything from women, but he took my coffee.

He's always gentle and polite, yet he maintains his distance from me. The rescue team members feel sorry for me, saying I can't see reality.

"Captain Channing never gives hope to any woman. Don't waste your efforts."

But what I don't tell them is that every time I pretend to lose my balance, he's always the first to steady me.

He tells me to be careful, but his hand lingers.

Until one day, I overhear him on the phone calling a woman "Krysta" in an affectionate tone.

It turns out to be his former deputy captain Krystal, said to be his childhood sweetheart.

Krystal is very beautiful, and everyone says they're a match made in heaven.

I should have known better and given up. But at that time, I still had two lives left. Young and impetuous, I thought I could always endure for three years.If I had known that my second life would be spent saving his teammate, and my third life would be ended by his own hands, I would have stayed far away from him from the very beginning.

But alas, love is a thing that blinds those caught up in it.