THE END

“Hello everyone, I’m Ailine Su. Regarding the news circulating on the internet—yes, I confirm that it’s all true. The photos and stories about me being in a relationship with someone are real. I am currently in a serious relationship with a man who is not from the entertainment industry. I never intended to hide it; I was simply waiting for the right time to speak. I hope my fans will continue to support my work regardless of who I am with. Thank you, everyone. May your days always be blessed.”

The statement was simple. Calm. Polite.

And yet—

It exploded without warning.

At first, it was only a single blurry photograph—

Ailine Su leaving a hospital building, wearing a mask and a cap, walking side by side with a tall man. He was dressed in a doctor’s coat, his face partially hidden, but his posture was impossible to ignore. Too straight. Too composed. Too striking.

Speculation spread like wildfire.

Then came the confirmation.

Ailine uploaded a video on her personal Facegram account. No dramatic music. No editing tricks. Just her, speaking honestly into the camera, addressing the rumors head-on.

The headlines followed within minutes.

“AILINE SU CONFIRMS NEW RELATIONSHIP?”

“WHO IS THE HANDSOME DOCTOR WALKING WITH AILINE?”

The media moved faster than logic ever could.

Fans reacted in waves.

Some were angry.

Some were suspicious.

Some were disappointed.

“Why a doctor? Why not another celebrity?”

“Why not Julian Feng?”

“She just recovered from illness and now she’s dating?”

“Who even is this guy? Where did he come from?”

The questions multiplied—until one name appeared.

Dr. Owen Young.

A brilliant surgeon.

The man who once went viral for heroically saving disaster victims in the Eastern Mountains.

Known for his cold demeanor, sharp eyes, and flawless professional record.

The internet went silent.

Then—

It erupted even louder.

“WAIT—IS THAT DR. OWEN??”

“THE VIRAL SURGEON??”

“OH MY GOD, THAT MAKES SENSE.”

“OKAY. I APPROVE.”

“THIS IS THE FINAL BOSS.”

Fans who had protested moments ago switched sides at the speed of light.

Not just because he was handsome.

Not just because he was intelligent.

But because he had saved her.

Old interviews resurfaced.

Clips replayed endlessly—especially the one where Ailine once said softly,

“I’m alive because someone refused to give up on me.”

The pieces connected themselves.

And for the first time, Ailine’s relationship wasn’t questioned through gossip—but accepted through public reasoning.

“A surgeon. Calm. Reliable.”

“Ailine is stubborn. Owen is patient. Perfect match.”

“If not him, then who?”

The hashtags rose organically.

#AilineOwen

#DoctorForTheStar

#FinallySafe

Ailine read everything while sitting quietly on the sofa, phone in hand, expression unreadable.

“Funny,” she muttered. “They were fighting yesterday. Now they’re telling me to get married.”

Owen glanced at the screen briefly. “That’s the consequence of dating a celebrity.”

“If you’re uncomfortable—”

“I’m not,” Owen interrupted calmly. “I just don’t like being photographed from my left side.”

Ailine burst out laughing.

“Relax,” she said, resting her head against his shoulder. “They’re already in love with you. Who wouldn’t be? You’re ridiculously handsome.”

Owen snorted. “I didn’t ask for that.”

“But you deserve it,” Ailine replied softly.

And somewhere beyond their awareness, the world had already given its blessing.

Because in the end, it wasn’t about glamour.

It was about who stayed when Ailine stood at the edge between life and death—

and who remained even after the spotlight dimmed.

Maybe… just maybe, because Ailine had always tried to be a good person, the universe decided to be kind to her in return.

“Ailine…”

“Hm?”

“Will you marry me?”

Owen held out a ring.

No kneeling.

No elaborate decorations.

No flowers.

No dramatic lights.

Just sincerity—pure and unguarded.

Ailine didn’t speak.

She only nodded, tears sliding silently down her cheeks.

And that was more than enough.

---

Time Skip

The morning was bright.

Not blinding—

but warm, as if the world had lowered its volume so this moment could be heard clearly.

Ailine stood before the mirror, wearing a simple white gown. No excessive details. No extravagant sparkle. And yet, it was beautiful—precisely because of its simplicity.

She stared at her reflection for a long time.

No IV marks.

No visible surgical scars.

No shadow of the death that once hovered too close.

Only a woman who survived.

And was about to be married.

“Don’t be nervous,” her mother said gently while adjusting the delicate veil. “You’re not going into surgery again.”

Ailine smiled faintly. “I nearly died back then, Mom. But this… this makes me more nervous.”

Her mother squeezed her shoulder. “Because now, you have something you truly want to protect.”

Ailine nodded.

In another room, Owen stood upright in a perfectly tailored black suit. Hair neat. Expression calm.

Too calm.

“If you faint later, don’t tell anyone,” Julian whispered beside him.

Owen shot him a sharp look. “I won’t faint.”

“Relax,” Julian grinned. “I’m ready to take your place.”

“Try it,” Owen replied flatly.

“I’ll punch Julian Feng if he dares!” Elliot, Owen’s younger brother, warned.

“HEY!”

Laughter mixed with emotion. Joy layered with tenderness.

---

The day they had waited for finally arrived.

The sky was clear—its soft blue lowered just enough not to steal attention from the bride.

Ailine Su stood behind the wooden doors of a small European-style church. Her white gown flowed elegantly, simple yet perfect.

Her hands were cold.

Not from the air.

“Nervous?” her mother whispered.

“A little,” Ailine admitted.

Her father smiled, eyes warm and wet. “You’ve always been stubborn. But for the first time, I see you choosing with a calm heart.”

“Because he never forced me,” Ailine replied softly.

“If anything, you were the one forcing him.”

Ailine winced. “If I didn’t, he’d be impossible to reach.”

Her father chuckled. “Still… I’m grateful. I can be at peace knowing he’ll protect and guide you.”

The doors opened.

Soft music filled the space.

And at the end of the aisle—

Owen stood.

Black suit. Upright posture. Calm expression. But those who knew him understood—his composure was fragile.

When their eyes met, Owen exhaled slowly.

Finally.

Ailine walked forward, steady and unhurried. Each step was a choice—not obligation, not pressure.

Owen didn’t blink.

Beautiful.

Not because of the dress.

Not because of the attention.

But because she was alive—smiling—and choosing a future with him.

The pastor spoke gently about commitment. About two people from different worlds meeting at the same point.

When it was time for vows—

Owen inhaled deeply.

“Ailine Su,” he began, voice low but clear. “I am not a perfect man. I am too serious, too logical, and often… too rigid.”

Soft laughter followed.

“I cannot promise a life without wounds. But as long as I live, I will be your home. I will protect you—not because you are weak, but because you are precious.”

He swallowed.

“I will love you in my own way. Not always sweet—but always faithful.”

Ailine was already crying.

Her turn.

“Owen Young,” she said gently. “You didn’t enter my life as a hero. You came as a doctor—too serious and painfully honest.”

Laughter echoed.

“I know I’m stubborn. Annoying. And often force you to give in.”

Owen murmured, “Often?”

“Be quiet.”

More laughter.

“Thank you,” Ailine continued, voice trembling, “for never giving up on me—even when I almost gave up on myself.”

She held his hand tightly.

“I promise to live with you. Not under spotlights. Not under pressure. But beside you—as your wife.”

Owen’s tears finally fell.

“With the authority given to me,” the pastor smiled, “I pronounce you husband and wife.”

Owen didn’t wait.

He pulled Ailine into his arms and kissed her forehead first—instinctively protective.

“Not that,” Ailine laughed softly through tears. “This.”

He kissed her properly.

Applause erupted. Cameras flashed. Tears and laughter blended.

Ailine Su and Owen Young were married.

Because from the beginning, their love had never disappeared—it merely slept, separated by time, misunderstandings, and unspoken distance. And when life reunited them at their most fragile point, love returned stronger—calmer, braver, and more mature.

They did not fall in love for the first time at the altar.

They simply chose never to let go again.

Forever.

THE END