However, amidst the struggle, her concern for Kathy and longing for Gunther overcame her hesitation. She slowly walked in and stood by the door. Kathy lay pale on the bed, eyes closed, seemingly still unconscious, while Gunther stood by the window, his back turned to her. His tall figure seemed like a shelter, an enticing harbor where she wished to dock.

Yet, fear suddenly gripped her. She was afraid that he would turn around, and that his handsome, sunny face would confront her soiled existence. Her heart twisted painfully, and she instinctively wanted to retreat.

But then her phone rang awkwardly. She hurriedly pulled it from her pocket; it was...