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Back at the hospital, Allan moved me to a different ward.

"You were incredibly brave today, truly," he said, sitting by my bedside as he cracked walnuts with nimble fingers, not missing a chance to praise me.

His words warmed me, and after a brief pause, I asked the question that had been lingering in my mind. "Why are you helping me?"

Allan looked at me, his gaze steady. "If I told you it was because I like you, would you believe me?"

I gestured for him to continue, and he didn't hesitate.

"I've actually known you for a long time," he confessed. "We went to the same university."

His words surprised me, but I listened intently as he continued.

"Later, my family forced me to drop out and retake my entrance exams to apply for medical school."

In his eyes, I was someone with extraordinary talent.

"I still remember the first time I saw you," he said, his voice soft with nostalgia. "You were painting in the corridor. I stood there like I'd been struck by lightning—frozen,
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