He had been at the military base recently and was likely very busy.


    For the next few days, Yvonne was filming on set, and she didn''t hear from Bet.


    This time, Yvonne was guest-starring in a historical court drama, ying the deceased first love of the male lead, the Crown Prince.


    Her part was small, with only a few lines.


    Yvonne, dressed in a period costume, looked both enchanting and charming.


    Her scenes included picking red plum blossoms from a tree in the snow, being pushed on a swing by the male lead, and flying a kite on a grassy field, all portraying a sense of innocent joy.


    Yvonne was not yet twenty, so it was like she was ying herself, perfectly


    capturing the pure beauty of a young girl.


    The director was extremely pleased with his choice for the first love.


    Yvonne''s final scene was a night shoot where she died in the arms of the man she loved. The male lead held her body, weeping from dusk till dawn.


    The sudden, idental death of his childhood sweetheart became an indelible memory and a source of lifelong regret for the male lead.


    What is lost is often cherished the most. The male lead could never forget the girl hidden in his heart, which created a significant obstacle in his rtionship with the female lead.


    Though the first love''s role was minor, she was an indispensable, soulful character in the entire series.


    It waste at night when Yvonne finished work. She returned to her hotel and, before even removing her makeup, received a video call from Bet.


    She answered. On the other side, Bet was still in his military uniform. His features were sharp yet gentle, though a hint of fatigue was visible in his eyes.


    Yvonne, still in her period costume, created a picture that was both jarring and harmonious when they appeared on the same screen.


    "Just got back from a mission. I only just saw your message."


    "Yeah, I just wrapped up for the day too," Yvonne said with a smile, reaching up to remove the hairpins and wig from her hair.


    "A period drama? Your makeup is beautiful," Bet said with a warm smile.


    "Mmm," Yvonne nodded. "It''s a guest role. I y the male lead''s childhood sweetheart who dies young. The plot is actually quite simr to ours."


    Yvonne spoke casually about the plot, but when she looked up at the screen, she noticed Bet''s expression had changed.


    She realized she had probably said the wrong thing.


    She stuck out her tongue yfully, her voice soft and coaxing. "Alright, alright, my mistake. Mr Benner Thompson, you have a big heart, don''t hold it against me."


    Bet stared at her for a long moment before his stern expression finally softened.


    "Yvonne, don''t say things like that in the future. I don''t think... I could survive losing you a second time."


    Bet''s voice was as calm and gentle as ever, but Yvonne''s heart suddenly felt heavy.


    She remembered Helen telling her that after she had died, Bet had refused to eat andter developed severe depression, relying on arge amount of medication to manage his emotions.


    They had grown up together. The weight of being ''childhood sweethearts'' wasn''t just


    a phrase; it meant they were irreceable to each other.


    The atmosphere on both sides of the video call grew somber.


    Yvonne removed her hairpiece, her long ck hair cascading down. She looked at


    Bet on the screen and tried to change the subject.


    "Were you injured on your mission?"


    "No," Bet replied softly. "I''m not


    like a certain heartless little girl. I''m always careful. I try my best not to get hurt, and I would never leave you alone."


    Yvonne rested her chin on her hand, her foxy eyes curving into a smile as she


    watched him tenderly through the screen.