She spoke softly, trying to ease Gail's nerves. Gail felt herself relaxing a little bit. When Rosalynn deemed that Gail was calm enough, she started pricking several acupuncture points on Gail's body.

True to Rosalynn's words, the sensation was barely painful. Gail was relieved.

She gazed at Rosalynn's lovely face, her lips breaking into a smile.

"You remind me of someone I know Rosalynn's eyes slightly quivered.

"Really? Who?"

“Her name is Rosanna Garrett. She was a poor student I sponsored."

Gail explained, a sigh escaping her.

“She had always gotten excellent grades since she was young. After graduation, she became a surgeon. But she died while on a medical mission. It was tragic."

It was an unfortunate story indeed.

The sadness that fell on Gail's face made Rosalynn's chest ache with sympathy.

"How did she die?"

A brief, heavy silence passed before Gail began telling the story.

"At that time, the place where she went to provide medical assistance was very backward. Several groups fought for the right to rule, and taking hostages was a common practice. In one incident, several doctors were forcibly taken along with many other civilians, and she was among them."

Gail paused before continuing, “When news reached authorities, an international peacekeeping union sent people to rescue them. Lyndon was one of the men they sent. They quickly found the Location, but the rescue team didn't expect the abductors to suddenly drop poisonous gas in the place where they kept the hostages!

When Lyndon found her, she was wearing an improvised gas mask, but Lyndon didn't have any protective gear. She gave him the gas mask and died of poisoning.”

At this point, Gail's eyes had turned red.

"I knew they were dating at the time. Her death was a huge blow to Lyndon. He was inconsolable. He blamed himself for what happened and sunk into depression."

Rosalynn quietly listened, her heart growing heavier at Gail's recounting.

There did not exist a better measure of a person's true character than a crisis. Rosanna had chosen to save Lyndon's life over her own, and her selfless act was the ultimate testament to her goodness and the depth of her devotion to Lyndon.

But who was to say that the salvation she had granted Lyndon was not a curse? He had to watch the woman he loved die before his own eyes for him- a memory that would haunt him for the rest of his days. His memories of her, even the good ones, would be tinged with guilt.