chapter 12
Extra Chatper
In my second year after transferring, another major incident occurred in our area. To save a little girl, I took a risk and joined the front–line battle myself.
The little girl was rescued, but I was nearly crushed by a falling beam.
At the critical moment, Ian arrived with a rescue team.
As he carried me out of the fire, he said, “This is the third time already.”
“Jasmine, you’re truly amazing, but I worry about you.”
I smiled and pointed at the fire behind us, saying, “Just now, I saw my star.”
Ian frowned, not understanding.
I didn’t have the strength to explain further.
When I regained consciousness, my throat was hoarse from inhaling too much smoke. Ian didn’t press for answers but looked very concerned.
Finally, when my throat recovered, I took the initiative to talk to him.
I knew that Ian’s social media username, Pikake, was the Hawaiian word for jasmine. It was my name.
I also knew that he had been thinking about me for many years.
Before, I felt I couldn’t respond to his feelings, but now, I seemed to have changed.
I told him that I saw stars in the fire.
But I didn’t tell him that whether it was the first time or the second time.
He was always the star amidst the flames.
However, a rose doesn’t need stars to shine; it is brilliant on its own.
