I fell deeply into unconsciousness, my body burning like a fire about to be extinguished.
Dreams quietly emerged.
These were memories from long ago.
-The border war zone, where gray, overcast skies hung low, surrounded by the thick scent of blood and medicine.
High temperatures, gunfire, and the wails of the wounded wove together into the chaos unique to battlefields.
Back then, I was still an unknown little healer who had come to the battlefield for internship rescue work, only to encounter a brutal war where rogues attacked in groups.
Wearing a white healer’s robe, I crouched beside a werewolf covered in lacerations, frantically cleaning his wounds with trembling hands as I recited basic healing incantations.
I was quickly spotted by a rogue wandering nearby. He slowly approached me, my body shaking with fear.
Just then, a gust of wind rushed toward me.
I looked up and saw him–Ferris.
He was as handsome as a war god from mythology, his hair flying in the wind, his battle armor battered but impenetrable, his eyes sharp as knife blades.
He quickly slayed the rogue, his cold features softening when he saw me.
‘It’s not safe here.”
His voice was deep and powerful as he reached out to pull me from the pool of blood, his fingertips burning hot. “Don’t stay alone on the front lines anymore.”
I stared at him in a daze, my heartbeat beginning to accelerate uncontrollably.
Later I learned he was a high–ranking commander sent by Silver Moon Pack, and that battle ended early because of his involvement.
And I was just an unknown healer’s apprentice.
But in that instant, I gave all my heart and tenderness to him.
I began working hard in silence, yearning for the day I could stand beside him, no longer just a nobody who could only clean up after battles.
I don’t regret meeting Ferris, but if I had to do it again, I would never choose to marry him.

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