"Vania!"

The voice broke the silence of the hospital corridor. Vania, who was sitting on a bench in the waiting room, immediately turned her head.

And there he was—Devandra—still wrapped in bandages, walking with unsteady steps. His breath was labored, but his eyes were clear—full of longing and remorse.

"Devandra..." Vania ran toward him.

Devandra opened his arms, and in the next moment, Vania was in his embrace. She held onto him tightly, as if letting go would make everything disappear like the nightmare they'd just survived.

"I'm sorry... please forgive me..." Devandra whispered in her ear, his voice trembling. "I should have protected you... I should’ve been by your...