Upon hearing Justin Kingston’s response, Mia Lane felt reassured, as if she’d taken a calming pill. The past, all those dark times, had passed... She didn’t tell Justin about her acquaintance with Elias Colton. He was already dead, and their paths would never cross again, so it held no meaning. It was just a regular encounter; five years ago, Mia Lane had once saved Elias Colton’s life. At the time, she wasn’t particularly impressed by him because saving lives was simply a doctor’s duty. After taking a shower, Mia Lane dressed. Justin Kingston used a hairdryer to dry her hair. Mia Lane helped him button his shirt. The little daily interactions between a couple, in a moment of survival and relief, always seemed especially precious. Then they went to visit Anton Miller. He had also showered, and Ian Shelby helped him treat his wounds, sewing a few stitches into the new wound on his shoulder. It ached a bit after the anesthesia wore off. When he saw Justin Kingston and Mia Lane enter, he suppressed the pain, his expression calm and composed. "Sit down, I’ll check your wound first." Mia Lane asked Justin to sit in the chair, then turned to get the medical kit. Justin removed his shirt by himself, and Mia Lane unwrapped the bandage on his back. The gaping wound was shocking; how painful must it have been at the moment it tore? And how painful was it when they showered together just now? Yet he didn’t utter a sound. As a doctor with excellent professional aptitude, Mia Lane still felt a twinge in her chest at the sight. She gently sprinkled pain-relief powder on his wound, her movements as tender as a fairy casting magic. She stitched up the opening, thread by thread, as if she were sewing up her own chest, her eyes involuntarily welling up. Anton Miller sat in a chair nearby, watching her tend to the wound. His emotions were so complex as the moment of narrow escape from death replayed in his mind over and over. Once things become clear, that constant tension in the heart finally relaxed. Justin Kingston had some things he wanted to say to Anton Miller, still brewing over them, unsure how to start. After the incident with Elias Colton, Anton Miller also had things he wanted to tell Justin, but he felt awkward, a bit too proud to say anything. Their interaction had always been peculiar, after all. Mutually displeased but still caring about each other. An eerie silence filled the room. Until Mia Lane finished stitching Justin’s wound, helped him put on his shirt, and buttoned it up. Mia Lane washed her hands, crouched down in front of Anton Miller, and looked up at him with deep sincerity, saying, "Anton, thank you for today." Their eyes met, and that ’thank you’ carried so much weight. Anton Miller looked at her, saw her red, swollen eyes, the slightly injured neck, and felt like she was on the verge of crying out her last tears. Clearly, she was the one who was nervous and scared, who suffered grievances and was frightened, yet she had to look after everyone’s emotions. Thinking about her situation in the past two hours, Anton Miller dared not dwell on it, feeling a surge of intense heartache. "We must live well." These were Anton Miller’s words to her, "Cherish life." Mia Lane nodded, sensing his release. She also deeply valued this life-and-death friendship. "Anton, join us at Clearwater Bay for dinner tonight." At this moment, Justin Kingston’s low magnetic voice came, stripped of the usual pride and aloofness. Googlᴇ search NoveI-Fire.ɴet The two of them turned, somewhat surprised, to look at him. Justin’s eyes were gentle. Anton — the name rolled out of Justin Kingston’s mouth, and with such calm and gentle tone, it startled everyone present. Time seemed to stand still.