Chapter 1

I died twice in front of Garrison and was resurrected again.

He thought I could live forever.

So when his white moonlight encountered a landslide, he rushed to me without hesitation and dug out my heart.

"Anyway, you will be resurrected when you wake up, so this heart must be given to Krystal first."

But he didn't know that I only had three lives.

This time, I will never wake up again.

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Garrison carried my lifeless body into the underground chamber of the rescue team's base.

My internal organs had been hollowed out, leaving only an empty shell.

My complexion, however, was rosy, as if I were merely asleep.

He expertly opened the low-temperature equipment, his movements swift and precise.

As he placed me inside, his hands were steady, without a hint of hesitation.

"Rest for now," his voice was chillingly calm, "Didn't you say it wouldn't matter if you died?"

Yesterday was our wedding anniversary.

I had prepared a feast at home and bought his favorite wine.

Seeing him come home on time for once, I was overjoyed like a fool.

The phone rang just as he raised his glass.

It was his deputy calling: "Captain, Captain White encountered a landslide during their mountain patrol. They're trapped inside..."

His hand trembled, the wine glass shattered on the floor, dark red liquid splashing onto my new dress.

"How badly is she hurt?" his voice was already hoarse.

"It's serious, her internal organs..."

He didn't let the other person finish, grabbing his coat and rushing out.

I grabbed his hand, "I'm coming too. I can help."

He turned back to look at me, his eyes complex, not with concern, but as if he were calculating something.Upon arriving at the scene, the person had already been rescued, but their heart was severely damaged and in urgent need of a transplant.

He looked at pure love lying unconscious on the stretcher, his fingers trembling.

That kind of trembling was a panic I had never seen in him before.

Then he looked at me. His eyes were bloodshot.

"I'm sorry," he said.

Before I could process the meaning of those words, I felt a sharp pain in the back of my neck.

As I lost consciousness, I saw him nod to the doctor.

They had planned this all along.

As I was wheeled into the operating room, miraculously, it felt as if my soul had floated out of my body.

I felt myself hovering in mid-air, witnessing everything.

I saw him standing right next to the operating table. As the surgeon's scalpel cut into my body, he watched without emotion, his eyes showing no flicker of feeling, as if this body was nothing more than a tool to be disposed of at will.

"Her organs are in excellent condition, and the match is compatible," the doctor's voice seemed to come from far away. "It's enough to save White."

I watched as my heart was removed, placed in an ice box, and sent to the adjacent operating room.

He followed the ice box out, not even sparing me a final glance.

After putting me in the low-temperature equipment, he sat nearby handling paperwork, occasionally looking up to check on me.I floated in front of him, wanting to see if there was even a hint of guilt in his eyes.

But his gaze passed through my soul, landing on his phone—it was a message from the doctor: The surgery was successful, she's recovering well.

He let out a relieved smile, carelessly tossed my medical records aside, and left the basement.

Where the medical records lay open, it clearly stated: "Organ donor—voluntary donation."

He didn't even bother to make up a lie, thinking I'd wake up soon anyway.

But what he didn't know was that this time, I really wouldn't wake up again.

Because that chance for rebirth had already been used up the last time I saved his teammate.