A young girl warned Adam about the danger and told him to leave quickly, explaining that if their pursuers caught up, he wouldn't survive. Instead of leaving, however, the girl tried to drag him to a hidden cave, insisting, "Sir, it's safe here. They won't find you."

Adam observed the young girl. It was winter, yet she wore only a thin, faded dress. She seemed to have been alone in the forest for a long time, her only companion the doll in her arms. He was gravely injured and unbearably cold. The girl hugged him, asking, "Sir, are you cold? With me holding you, you won't feel cold anymore." He noticed her clear, bright eyes. He asked, "Why are you alone here? Where is your home? Where are your parents?" She paused, then replied, "I don't have a home or parents. Nobody in the world wants me."

He embraced her. "If I survive, I'll take you away from here. I'll care for you." He removed his emerald necklace and placed it around her neck. They clung to each other throughout the freezing night, their shared warmth helping them survive until morning.

But when Adam awoke, the girl was gone. He couldn't find her anywhere. When his comrades arrived, he left on a helicopter. He murmured in his sleep, "Where are you? Don't go!" before abruptly opening his eyes, realizing it had been another dream.

In reality, he had found the girl long ago; she was Carly. Everyone knew them as the perfect couple. Adam had kept her by his side all these years, raising her to be confident and radiant. She was his cherished treasure.

Yet, he still often dreamed of that girl from the past—her persistent efforts to drag him, her warming embrace, and her sudden disappearance. He would always wake abruptly, haunted by her absence.

Adam tried to move but felt something soft and fragrant. Looking down, he saw Celine in his arms. Last night's memories flooded back; they had fallen asleep together. Celine's slender back was turned to him; he had held her all night.

Dawn broke. Golden light streamed through the curtains, warming the room. Celine, nestled in his arms, looked delicate and peaceful. Her long lashes resembled beautiful little fans. Adam felt an inexplicable calm wash over him; it felt as though the girl from his past had returned. He gazed at her for a long time.

Celine shifted slightly, her oversized white shirt slipping from her shoulder, revealing a glimpse of her chest. Adam's eyes darkened; his body, now healthy, was naturally sensitive in the morning. He quickly averted his gaze. He thought of the injury on her waist.

Under the blanket, he gently lifted the hem of her shirt, avoiding looking directly at her. He saw bruises on her waist, shocking evidence of the pain she had endured. He gently placed his hand on her waist, feeling a surge of tenderness.