---- Chapter 5 The man glanced at the ward. His brows were slightly furrowed before his gaze finally fell on me. "Jamie?" I paused. I knew him. He was Blaze Stanton, my former classmate. He was a well-known figure in our high school. However, he came from a wealthy family and was rebellious. He almost had nothing to do with a well- behaved and good student like me. What was he doing here? Blaze ignored the rest and walked straight up to me, handing me a document. "Here's the information you want. Also, I heard you're looking for a studio.

I have a friend who's renting out his place in the southern part of the city. The environment is nice. I can help you get in touch if you need it." His appearance instantly broke the oppressive atmosphere in the ward. Matthew looked at Blaze and then at me, his eyes brimming with caution." You... know each other?" Before I could reply, Blaze glanced icily at him. "What's it to you?" He turned back to me, his tone softening. "It stinks in ---- here. Let's go. I'll take you home." I nodded at him. Blaze was right. It did stink. He had just saved me by barging in here.

"Okay." I stood up and followed Blaze out of the ward without looking back. Only after getting into Blaze's car did I belatedly feel a little uneasy. The car was quiet, filled with a faint cedar scent that reflected his cool and composed self. "Thank you." I broke the silence first. I knew he had deliberately come in to help me out. The document he handed me earlier was just a blank A4 sheet. Blaze stared straight ahead, focused on driving. I could not tell his emotions from his voice. "It's nothing. Don't bother with people like that." Thad not expected him to know about my situation.

"You heard everything?" He responded, "Yeah, I was visiting my grandfather in the hospital and was just passing by. The noise was so loud that it was impossible not to hear." I smiled awkwardly. Airing dirty laundry in public was not something to be proud of, after all. ---- "Families like that are like a quagmire. Since you've been in one, you should know to avoid it," Blaze said. His tone was calm, yet it struck me like a thunderbolt. limmediately turned to look at him, my heart pounding. What... do you mean?" How did he know I had been through it before? Was he... reborn too?

Blaze seemed to notice my surprise. He slowly pulled the car over to the side of the road and turned around. His deep eyes silently looked at me. The streetlights cast flickering shadows on his face through the car window. "In our past life, I was there when you got into the car accident." My mind went blank. "T saw you getting hit and thrown into the air. I also saw Matthew and that woman standing across the street, watching coldly. Later, I called the police for you and took care of your funeral arrangements." Blaze's voice was soft, yet every word pierced my heart.

It was only now that I knew about this. After my death, it was this former classmate of mine, with whom I had never been in touch, who had preserved my final dignity. ---- My eyes welled up uncontrollably, and a tear silently slid down my cheek. Blaze handed me a tissue, his brows furrowed together. " Don't cry. It's not worth crying for someone like that." I took the tissue, wiped my face haphazardly, and tried to calm myself down. "Thank you, Blaze. Really... Thank you. He restarted the car. "Don't mention it.

I just feel like you shouldn't have ended up like that." Blaze paused and added, "You're very talented at art. I've always remembered your 'Sunflowers Under the Stars' at the school's art exhibition in our senior year of high school. I haven't seen you paint anything since."