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A battlefield ravaged by the flames of war.
Josephine moved among the wounded, her clothes soaked with blood and sweat streaming down her face from exhaustion. She only managed to breathe a little easier when the next shift of medical staff finally arrived.
She sat on a dust–covered, abandoned ammunition box, massaging her aching calyes as she stared blankly at the lingering smoke in the distance.
After going abroad, she had originally planned to continue her studies.
But the trauma she suffered back home left her with depression. Every night, she dreamed of being humiliated and tormented, and her hair fell out in handfuls.
It was at that time that she came across the “the Dawn Initiative” and signed up without hesitation.
In the following months, she was stationed at various battlefields with the
main unit.
Although it was exhausting, the sudden, intense pace of life left her no time to dwell on all those messy thoughts.
“Josie, I have some good news for you!” As Josephine was lost in thought, her new friend Kathryn Davey ran up to her, panting.
Josephine snapped back to reality and quickly asked, “Is the fighting going to stop?”
“If the fighting stopped, that would be the best news ever–too good to even imagine!” Kathryn leaned in mysteriously to whisper in Josephine’s ear, “A new communications expert just arrived in our sector. They say
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he’s super handsome and comes from a wealthy family…”
At those words, Josephine immediately lost interest.
In her whole life, she had only ever truly loved one person.
And it was that very person who hurt her the most.
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Knowing Josephine had been hurt in love, Kathryn said meaningfully, “If you ask me, only love can heal the wounds of love. Who hasn’t met a few jerks in their life? You’re so beautiful and so kind–I’m sure you’ll meet someone who truly cherishes you!”
Josephine didn’t take in a single word Kathryn said.
It wasn’t until Kathryn insisted on dragging her to see what the communications expert looked like that Josephine finally came back to herself and said, “You go ahead. I’m not going.”
“Ah… are you really not going?”
“No, I’m just too tired today.”
Seeing Josephine’s firm attitude, Kathryn didn’t push any further. She just said, “Then I’ll go check it out first. I’ll tell you later if he’s really handsome!”
As night fell, the sound of gunfire and explosions swept across the war zone once again.
Josephine was jolted awake from her sleep. She grabbed a jacket and rushed outside.
One wounded person after another was carried into the tent. Josephine heard someone pointing not far away, shouting, “Over there, there are
more over there!”
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She had no time to think and sprinted in that direction.
Josephine dodged and weaved as she ran.
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Just as she was getting closer to the wounded, a shell exploded nearby with a deafening roar, and shrapnel came whistling toward her!
Almost at the same moment, a tall figure rushed in from the side and pulled her tightly into his arms, shielding her.
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Sharp shrapnel struck the man’s back, leaving bloody gashes in its wake.
Yet the man did not move an inch. He merely gritted his teeth and let out a muffled groan, then said in a low voice, “It’s dangerous here. Come with
me.”
Josephine was forcibly taken back to the tent by the man.
It was only then that Josephine noticed the man’s body was covered in blood, with wounds from the shrapnel so deep that bone was visible.
She quickly pressed the man down onto a chair. “Don’t moye, let me treat your wounds.”
The man did not refuse.
Josephine carefully cut open the man’s clothes and gently used tweezers to remove the shrapnel embedded in his flesh, focusing intently on every
movement.
Only after Josephine finished bandaging his wounds did she notice the strange black mask on his face.
“Your face…”
“It’s burned. I don’t want to frighten anyone.”
Josephine pressed her lips together.
Just as she was about to thank him for what had happened, Kathryn suddenly appeared out of nowhere and excitedly pulled her aside.
“Josie, did you see his face?”
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Lateefa Khanam is a spirited writer who finds freedom in horse riding. She cherishes her mare and the newborn foal, calling them her little happy family.
