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    “It was nothing,” Dn answered softly. Seeing the worry etched on her face filled him with a quiet thrill, enough to make him forget the throb of pain in his arm. His ploy for seeking sympathy seemed to be working on her.


    ncing down at the wound, Dn even mused that if it had been more serious, the effect might have been greater still.


    Not long after, a faint dizziness washed over him, leaving him to wonder if it was only his imagination.


    Christina, however, noticed his pallor and growing weakness. Her anxiety deepened, and she pressed harder on the elerator. She couldn’t shake the fear that the de might have been contaminated. If that were true, infection could already be setting in, and swift treatment was the only safeguard against disaster.


    Soon, Christina and Dn pulled up to the hospital.


    Christina studied Dn’s condition carefully and became certain it was an acute wound infection.


    She quickly got out of the car and opened the door for Dn. When she saw his flushed face, she pressed her hand against his forehead and found it burning hot. He was clearly running a high fever. Softly, Christina called out, “Dn? Dn?”


    Yet, Dn, seemingly lost in the haze of fever, appeared too dazed to register her.


    She tried again. “Dn? Can you hear me?” Still, there was no reply.


    Without wasting a second, Christina bent down and carefully lifted him from the car. In one fluid motion, she carried him in her arms. Her expression was cold as she bore Dn’s weight.


    With a sharp kick, she swung the car door shut behind her, leaving a heavy bang in the air.


    Though Dn was tall and broad-shouldered, in her arms, he seemed almost weightless.


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    Actually, Dn hadn’t truly fainted from the fever—he just pretended to be unconscious. At first, all he’d wanted was to hear her call his name just a few more times. But unexpectedly, she’d scooped him up without hesitation—one arm behind his back, the other under his knees.


    He cracked his eyes open a sliver and then shut them again quickly. Now he was trapped in his own charade. He didn’t dare wake, afraid she’d catch on to his act.


    He bet that if she realized he was feigning unconsciousness, she would certainly be furious. There were already so many barriers between them. If Christina found out he was lying, the rift might grow too vast to ever bridge. That possibility unsettled Dn, so he clung to the pretense. His heart hammered in his chest, refusing to slow no matter how hard he tried.


    An unfamiliar unease gnawed at him, leaving him restless and tense. He worried that if he woke now, Christina would uncover the truth. Yet, he also worried that if she kept carrying him, she might exhaust herself.


    As Christina strode into the emergency reception, all eyes turned to them. Patients stared openly, their gazes shifting in disbelief between her and the man in her arms.


    They were too stunned even to raise their phones for pictures. This woman’s strength was extraordinary—almost unbelievable. Even a grown man would struggle to lift someone like Dn, yet she carried him with ease. Her steps were light and steady, as though she bore nothing heavier than a bundle of cloth.<fn2087> Readplete version only at Find[?]ovel</fn2087>


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