Prologue "Not all heartbreaks come from betrayal. Some grow from choices made in silence." They were happy once. Truly. Stupidly. Brilliantly happy. After the rivalry, the tension, the guarded hearts-Lingling and Orm had found each other. Two doctors, one heart. They stood in the dawn light outside the hospital, palms pressed, quiet smiles blooming. And for years, they made it work. Lingling soared in internal medicine-panels, journals, awards. Orm, ever proud, filmed her behind the scenes, smitten and steady. They shared shift schedules, socks, even toothbrushes. Fans adored their chemistry-Orm's teasing, Lingling's glares that always ended in a blush. But slowly, life crept in. Lingling picked rounds over date nights, grant proposals over cuddles. She missed anniversaries. Ignored Orm's soft pleas to rest, to breathe, to be there. Not out of malice. Just... neglect. Lingling believed love would hold on its own. But Orm was tired of holding it alone. "I miss us," Orm said once while Lingling typed away. "You never look at me the way you look at your career." Lingling didn't flinch. "My work matters." "And I don't?" Orm whispered. She didn't say no. She said nothing. That silence became a wound. Orm stopped filming at home. Stopped asking. Stopped hoping for a space in a life Lingling was building without her. Until one night, suitcase in hand, Orm stood by the door. "Do you even see me anymore, Ling?" Lingling didn't look up. That was all she needed. She left-no slammed doors, no last plea. Just a note on the fridge: "You chose your calling. I just wish you made room for me in it. - O." Lingling came home late. Read the note under harsh fluorescent light. And for the first time in years, she realized- She'd won every award. But lost her heart. Cross My Heart, Suture Yours: CODE RED

Four years ago, Orm confessed her feelings to Lingling in high school-and Ling rejected her. Now in her final year of college, Orm lives quietly in a small apartment, still a hopeless romantic but convinced some wounds never heal. Her life is steady, predictable, and alone-until the vacant apartment next door is suddenly occupied. By Ling. Neither expected to meet again, and neither is ready for the unresolved feelings that stir with every knock on the door, every late-night sound through the too-thin walls, and every memory that refuses to stay buried. What begins as awkward neighborly encounters slowly unfolds into something deeper, tender, and impossible to ignore. But can love grow again between walls built of rejection, regret, and time? --- A LingOrm Fan Fiction / AU

One night of stolen love. One ultrasound photo that changed everything. One desperate rush to stop a wedding-before blood stains the aisle. Orm is set to marry a stranger. Ling is the girl she was never allowed to love. But one night before the vows, everything changes. A child. A betrayal. A brutal attack. Orm runs-pregnant, terrified, and carrying the only person who ever loved her-to a secluded cabin where life and death hang by a stitch. This is their story. Of bleeding. Of burning. Of staying. Of what love becomes before I lose you. G!P Ling Purely Fictional.

Lingling had everything-success, wealth, and a woman who loved her unconditionally. But in her pursuit of greatness, she took Orm's love for granted, brushing off her affections as mere distractions. One night, exhausted from work, Lingling ignored Orm's calls, thinking they were just more of the same sweet nothings. The next morning, she woke up to dozens of missed calls and a voicemail that shattered her world-Orm had been in a terrible accident, and her last words were "I love you." Consumed by guilt and grief, Lingling spirals into despair, wishing for nothing more than a chance to go back-to love Orm the way she deserved. That's when she stumbles upon a mysterious, glowing four-leaf clover. A whispered wish, a flash of light, and suddenly, she finds herself thrown back in time-back to when Orm was still alive.