"Young Master, you''re back. Yvonne, you should stay for dinner too. I''ll make a couple more dishes."


    "Thank you, Helen," Bet replied warmly. He then bent down and naturally took a pair of women''s slippers from the shoe cab, cing them in front of Yvonne.


    Yvonne paused for a moment before putting them on.


    Back when they were together, Bet had always been like this, taking care of her in every little way.


    Helen was still cooking in the kitchen.


    Bet and Yvonne sat in the living room. Bullety obediently at Yvonne''s feet, and she was enjoyably stroking his smooth fur.


    "They say animals have a sixth sense. Do you think Bullet recognized you all along?" Bet asked, watching them.


    Yvonne smiled and nodded, then asked, "What about you? How did you recognize me?"


    "Figure it out yourself," Bet said with a nce before getting up and heading to his room.


    He returned wearing a set of beige loungewear and saw Yvonne still ying with Bullet in the living room.


    Bullet was standing on his hind legs, his front paws resting on Yvonne''s knees, his tongue lolling out in a fawning manner.


    Yvonneughed and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her fair cheek against his sleek fur in an intimate gesture.


    Bet snorted. The dog sure knew how to charm thedies.


    "Bullet, attention," Betmanded in a deep voice.


    As if by reflex, Bullet''s ears shot up. He ran to the wall, stood up straight, and remained perfectly still, not daring to move.


    Bet walked over to where the dog had been and settledfortably into the single armchair.


    Bullet: Someone please calcte the square footage of this dog''s trauma.


    Yvonne was wearing a top that revealed her shoulders, where a scar was faintly visible.


    "You''ve gotten a lot of scars over the years, haven''t you?" Yvonne asked, her gaze fixed on his shoulder.


    "I get injured on missions sometimes," Bet said lightly, his deep eyes narrowing as if lost in memory.


    "There were two times I was seriously injured and fell unconscious. I kept wondering if death was terrifying."


    He finished, his gaze falling on Yvonne, filled with a sorrow so thick it was


    suffocating. "Vonnie, did it hurt? Were you scared?"


    In truth, Yvonne''s sacrifice had happened so many years ago that she had almost forgotten it.


    But now, for some reason, tears


    began to fall, unbidden and


    uncontroble. The raging fire


    from


    that day seemed to burg brightly in her mind once more Content”-


    The car had been crushed and twisted, and she was trapped inside, unable to move her arms or legs.


    As the mes erupted, a wave of regret washed over Yvonne-regret that she had argued with Bet thest time they met.


    She never even got the chance to say a proper goodbye.


    "It didn''t hurt. The smoke was so thick after the fire started that I l?st consciousness quickly," Yvonne replied, trying to sound casual. just regret not being able to say a properTM goodbye to you."


    Bet''s eyes reddened. He nodded and said, "But if you could do it all over again,


    you''d still make the same choice."


    Yvonne''s eyes welled with tears. "Yeah, you know me best."


    If she could go back, she would still make the same choice. She would charge forward, even knowing it led to certain death. Because she was a police officer content


    Duty was heavier than life.


    In the past, Bet hadn''t been able to understand. He had argued andined.


    But the moment he put on his own uniform, he suddenly understood.


    Country and people would alwayse before personal love.