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    Blood streaked Dn’s face, his brows knit in pain. He forced his eyes open, desperate for onest glimpse of Christina. But her figure was no longer within sight.


    A smile lingered faintly across his lips as tears traced down from his dark eyes. If he died now, it would be with a heart full of regret.


    Just as his eyelids began to sink, weighted by immense regret, a figure rushed into his fading vision.


    Dn blinked. A familiar figure came rushing from the distance—blurred, yet impossible to mistake. It was Christina. How… how had shee back? Was it truly her? Or was his mind conjuring illusions in his final moments?


    Dn couldn’t tell anymore. His ears still rang with a relentless buzzing, muffling every sound around him. Through the haze, he thought he saw Christina pounding against the car window, her fists frantic as she tried to break through.


    His vision swam, but he fought to cling to consciousness, desperate to fix his gaze on her for just a little longer. Her face was etched with fear, her lips moving urgently as if she were shouting something. Dn strained to hear, and atst, fragments reached him.


    “Hold on, Dn! You’ve got to stay with me! I’m here—I’ll get you out! Don’t you dare give up! Do you hear me? You’re not allowed to die!”.


    Christina’s voice cut through the buzzing, piercing straight into his ears.


    A faint smile curved on Dn’s lips. He wouldn’t die—not yet. Not until he heard her answer him. He fought to remain awake, clinging to the threads of awareness. But in the end, his strength failed, and darkness pulled him under. Even as consciousness slipped away, one thought lingered—what would Christina’s answer be? The chaos around him ebbed into silence as everything went ck.


    Momentster, the ambnce arrived, and Dn was lifted inside. Christina, her clothes marked with blood, climbed in after him without hesitation. Throughout the ordeal, Christina’s eyes never left Dn—his life was all that mattered. She forgot Terrence’s presence entirely.


    Terrence remained where he was, astride his heavy motorcycle, watching the ambnce vanish into the distance.


    From the instant Christina rushed back to save Dn, her whole being had been fixed on him, not even sparing Terrence a nce.<fnd5a2> Updates are released by Find_Novel(.</fnd5a2>


    And Terrence seethed at the injustice. He had been the first to charge in to rescue her. So why hadn’t she looked his way? Was it only because he was unhurt?


    Terrence had heard her frantic screams, forbidding Dn to die; he had watched her frantic efforts to smash the car window, driven only to save Dn. And even as Dn was taken into the ambnce, she could not bring herself to look away. Was Dn the one who mattered most in her heart?


    The thought sent a dark fire through Terrence—jealousy and hatred coiling tighter and tighter within him. Perhaps only Dn’s death would turn her gaze back to him. His fists clenched and loosened, over and over. One day, he swore, Christina’s heart would beat for him alone. No one else. No one!


    At the racetrack’s main exit, Brendon stood waiting, his patience fraying—Christina still hadn’t appeared. His brows knitted as his gaze swept inside again and again. Why hadn’t shee out?


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