Chapter 447

"Forget me, Luna." Andrew Smith's voice was low and restrained, each word seeming to force its way through clenched teeth. His fists were clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, yet he felt no pain.

The air around them seemed to freeze. The squad members' eyes were red-rimmed, some turning away, unable to bear the sight. The helplessness of watching a comrade march toward certain death was more suffocating than any hail of bullets.

"Andrew!" Luna suddenly shouted, her voice carrying a resolve none had heard before. "Do you think this is noble? Leaving me to live in memories, crying over your photo every day?"

Tears streamed down her face like broken pearls, but she stubbornly tilted her chin up, refusing to let them fall. For the first time since her reincarnation, she felt such fury—at fate, at this absurd twist of events, and most of all, at the self-righteous man before her.

"Do you know how I lived like a ghost in my past life?" Her voice trembled. "And now, after finally finding you in this one, you want me to relive that nightmare?"

Andrew froze. He had never seen Luna like this—her eyes bloodshot but blazing like fire.

Before anyone could react, Luna bolted forward.

"Dr. White! It's dangerous!" someone cried out.

But she paid no heed, her slender figure sprinting through the mud, each step landing precisely on the safe path marked by the engineers. The wind whipped her hair like a dark banner.

Andrew's heart nearly stopped. Instinctively, he opened his arms and caught the woman who threw herself into his embrace.

"You're insane!" His voice was hoarse, but his arms tightened around her of their own accord.

Luna looked up at him, a tear still clinging to the tip of her nose, yet she wore a radiant smile. "Andrew Smith, I want to marry you."

The words struck like thunder. The squad members gaped, some even forgetting to wipe their tears.

"Right here. Right now." Her voice was soft but impossibly firm. "No wedding dress, no ring. Just you—that’s enough."

Andrew's throat worked. He looked down at the woman in his arms, her lashes still wet but her lips curved in a smile. In that moment, orders and duty were forgotten.

"Alright," he heard himself say, his voice rough. "Luna White, will you marry me?"

She rose onto her toes and pressed a featherlight kiss to his lips. It was brief, yet carried the weight of the world.

In the distance, explosions rumbled faintly, but no one paid them any mind. On this battlefield between life and death, two hearts beat as one.