Her conscience bothered her.

Although she had only been dating Herman for three months, she had known him for about two years. She had mutual classes with him since two years ago in their second year of university. While she saw him as hope that he would be her Mr Right and be able to, together with her, support her family financially, it was still too early for her to know whether they had been meant to be. On the other hand, Herman was an orphan and possessed no financial burden apart from his own. Like her, he was frugal, but he had an unrealistic dream of becoming an artist, a dream that would probably never come true until several years after. Before that night where he had almost kissed her, the most they ever had in dating was eating together at the cafeteria.

She remembered what she had told Herman when she accepted him as her boyfriend months ago. She had said that she was waiting for the right one, and she didn't want to take the relationship into the next stage just yet. She didn't want to have sexual relations until she was ready. Like every youth, she had desires of her own, but she wanted to make sure they were right for each other before moving on to the next stage. Herman knew that he was her first, and he had agreed to respect her for that. But what had happened that made him rush into having sexual relations?

For Herman, she had made many compromises. She had even posed in scanty clothing for the sake of being his model for his so-called art project, she had cancelled plans with her other friends for him because he was feeling down, and she nearly missed an examination because of him. Many times, she had felt like breaking down because of the stress she was going through. She had to take an extra part-time job when he needed money for his easel and art equipment, and she had saved up for a gift for him during Valentine's Day. She had done much for him in just three months, while he continued being popular among the girls in his major.

Herman was popular, and she was just a nobody that hid behind books in the library. But she hadn't seen the signs that they had been unsuitable for each other, until now. However, she had felt that she was the bad person in the relationship as she was the one who had someone else in her memory, while Herman hadn't cheated on her. So from her point of view, she shouldn't be the one to let go of the relationship. She was willing to give him another chance, but at the same time, she wasn't sure of her own feelings for ‘Saviour’.

Carrine was a bit amused listening to her patient’s problem, and envious of the girl’s tender age and love life. If not that her husband was stuck in a coma since a few years ago from a serious motorcycle accident, she would probably be blessed with a few kids and loving life. Instead, she had to live each day strongly in the hope that he would wake up someday.

From her point of view, Miss Huo Zhi Xun was young and beautiful, and definitely, she shouldn’t give up the chance to be with that Mr Gao that had rescued her from the fire. If it was so cumbersome to be with a man she didn’t love, then what was the harm of accepting such a handsome man? If she were Zhi Xun, she would definitely give herself in marriage. She laughed to herself at the thought.

“Miss Huo, romantic feelings can be built up slowly over time,” Carrine said, smoothening her uniform as she stood up from her chair. Zhi Xun observed the thirty-year-old nurse. The nurse had been in a relationship for over a decade now but was only married for five years. She had relayed the most eventful moment of her life was when she had completed her internship as a nurse at this hospital, and her husband had knelt on one knee with a rose. They weren’t rich then, and even now, they weren’t. Nothing had mattered more to Carrine than being happy with the person she loved.

Zhi Xun felt ashamed that she had never felt that way with Herman. She only wanted to marry him to evade the fate of being forced into an arranged marriage, which she envisioned the groom to an old and ugly rich man with a pock-marked face. Perhaps her imagination was a bit too wild, but in the novels and dramas, most ‘old rich men’ looked like that.

But if she had met ‘Saviour’ first, she would have jumped to be in a relationship with him. Since he was most likely a white-collar worker and was older than her a bit, he must be rich, she thought. Then she remembered the time when he left the library with a gorgeous girl, and she queried herself if the girl could be his girlfriend, or someone important to him. He had his arm placed intimately on her shoulder as he left, but other than her, nobody was bothered by the scene.

The good men were always taken, she realised. Or they were in a coma, like Carrine's husband, or possibly dead.

Everything had been so fascinating, his gorgeous eyes, the coldness of his voice, his muscular figure, how his hands felt on her, even how he tempted her with his cold smile.

And the kiss. It had just burnt her lips. She was hoping he would come back for more.

She was going to dream of him one night soon, not the winged man in black, but him, the Sexy Saviour, the man who would be her undoing. It had just taken one meeting with the Saviour for her to go wild over him in her thoughts. And she was going against her own principles; which she had set for herself: to not be unfaithful, to not think of someone other than Herman, to not desire someone else in her bed.

She jolted herself up in the hospital bed at the thought of the third and last principle. Desire someone else in her bed. She was guilty of desirous thoughts of ‘Saviour’ in her bed. Did it mean she wanted him but had never wanted to accept Herman? She had even imagined him in nothing but a pair of boxers, as she rubbed her hands against his muscular chest... She had even woken up drooling from a nap.

Huo Zhi Xun, what are you doing? She tried to shake herself. Wake up; you're still with Herman. He didn't break up with you yet. She hit herself lightly on her temple. With all these wild thoughts, she feared she was becoming that woman she had vowed to herself that she would never be. She decided firmly on one thing, and that if she wanted to go ahead with her interest in ‘Saviour’, she had to end things immediately with Herman. There was no use going on with someone she didn’t think there was a future with.