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My ability to be reborn was real.
Three years ago, before I was pulled out as the sole survivor of that plane crash, the system informed me that I had gained three lives.
The first time, I used it on myself, allowing myself to survive that plane crash.
Ryan was the SAR team leader who came to investigate the accident.
He was tall, wearing a dark blue uniform with straight shoulder lines.
Standing in front of the plane wreckage, he was surrounded by an aura of coldness, like a general who had walked out of an old photograph.
I was shivering on the stretcher when he turned his face towards me, his well–defined jawline tense.
When those pitch–black eyes swept over me, it felt like they could see through to my soul.
“Don’t be afraid,” he said, “You’re safe now.”
His voice was deep and pleasant, like warm water slowly being poured into my heart.
At that moment, I was smitten. The system said that if I maintained a three–year marriage with my destined person, I could stay in this world
forever.
Looking at this stern man before me, I decided to take a chance.
This was the first time that 28–year–old Lily Hart had ever been so determined to want something.
Ryan looked to be in his early thirties, very tall, with a lean and muscular build from years of training.
He walked with a special rhythm, probably due to his military background.
Every time I passed by the SAR team, I could recognize his silhouette at a glance.
I started to approach him as an ordinary person.
1 would bring coffee to the SAR team every day and prepare late–night snacks for the team members working overtime.
1 knew I was like a desperate groupie, but I didn’t care.
They said Ryan never accepted anything from women, but he took my coffee.
He was always polite and gentle, but he always kept his distance from me. The people in the SAR team felt sorry for me, saying I couldn’t see reality clearly.
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“Captain Quinn never gives hope to any woman. Don’t waste your efforts.”
But what I didn’t tell them was that every time I pretended to lose my balance, he would always be the first to steady me.
He would tell me to be careful, but his hand would linger.
Until one day, I heard him on the phone calling a woman “Bella,” his tone affectionate.
It turned out to be his former deputy team leader, Bella White. They were said to be childhood sweethearts.
Bella was very beautiful, and everyone said they were a perfect match.
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I should have known better and given up. But at that time, I still had two lives left. Young and reckless, I thought I could always make it through three years.
If I had known earlier that the second life would be used to save his teammate, and the third life would be ended by his own hands, I would have stayed far away from him from the very beginning.
But alas, love is blind when you’re in it.
