TíngHui has been pushing himself past the edge for weeks – endless nights, overflowing deadlines, and a body begging for rest he never gave it. Today, the warning finally hits. A dull ache creeps down his left arm. Then a crushing pressure spreads across his chest. His breath stutters and stops. Before he can react, darkness swallows him and his body slumps lifelessly over the desk. Moments later, the door swings open. Stephany freezes, then screams his name.

In a surge of panic and determination, she pulls him from the chair, lowering him onto the floor. Her hands shake for only a second, then instinct takes over. She interlocks her fingers and begins CPR, each compression fueled by fear, love, and raw desperation. Realizing his tight work clothes are restricting his chest, she removes them piece by piece, clearing the way for deeper compressions as she fights to force life back into him.

Minutes drag on like an eternity until TíngHui suddenly gasps. His eyes flutter open. Tears fall from Stephany’s face as she collapses into him, whispering that his heartbeat is still weak and she needs to continue CPR to stabilize him. He nods, breath trembling, surrendering to her care as she presses firmly on his chest again – slower now, gentler, almost intimate. What began as a fight for survival becomes something deeper… and the night ends with the two of them sharing a breathless, emotional reunion.