Caden's POV: After the proposal, we were both busy with work and rarely came to this beach anymore. After getting out of the car, Rosaline looked up and spread her arms, feeling the cool sea breeze. As the evening breeze gently blew, my mood also relaxed. Looking at Rosaline's calm expression, I knew I made the right choice bringing her here. The beach could ease her stress. "How is it? All your work troubles are gone, right?" I took off my jacket and draped it over Rosaline. "It's chilly by the sea. Don't catch a cold." Rosaline smiled softly and sighed. "As expected, only you understand me best." Just as we were sweetly chatting, we suddenly heard faint cries for help. "Caden, did you hear that? It sounded like someone's calling for help." Rosaline frowned, trying to determine the direction of the sound. "Over there. Let's go check it out." I immediately rushed to the shore with Rosaline. We both saw, not far out in the sea, an elderly werewolf lady desperately shouting for help. The old woman's strength was fading. Rosaline looked at me anxiously as she said, "She seems to be running out of energy." This beach wasn't a tourist spot, and there were no lifeguard areas nearby. In her urgency, Rosaline jumped into the sea alone and swam toward the old woman. Seeing her dive in, I also took off my jacket and plunged into the water, swimming after her toward the old woman. The old woman no longer had the strength to cry out. By the time we got close, she had already fainted and was about to sink. Rosaline quickly held her. "Wake up! Ma'am, Ma'am ... " The old woman's eyes remained shut, with no response. "Let's get her to shore first," I said calmly, and together with Rosaline, we grabbed the old woman's arms and swam back. Having floated in the water too long, the old woman's body was icy cold and her lips pale.Rosaline laid her on the sand, trying to wake her. "Ma'am, wake up. You're safe now ... " But the old woman didn't respond at all. "Caden, can your body still hold up?" Rosaline looked at me. I shook my head slightly, signaling her not to worry about me. Then Rosaline tried pressing the philtrum of the old woman, but after three or four attempts, there was still no response. "I'll perform CPR on her. It'll be faster that way." In rescue efforts, every second counts. Rosaline began rhythmically pressing on the old woman's chest, trying to get her to expel the seawater in her stomach. "Ma'am ... Ma'am ... " I tried calling out by her ear. Unfortunately, our rescue attempts weren't successful. In utter desperation, Rosaline suddenly slapped me anxiously. "I completely forgot in the panic! Caden, call emergency services. We have to get her to a hospital." We had been so focused on saving her that we forgot to call an ambulance. I immediately dialed 911. While we waited for the ambulance, Rosaline remained by the old woman's side, performing CPR every few minutes. Only when we heard the siren did Rosaline finally breathe a sigh of relief. "Where's the patient?" Several werewolf nurses rushed out of the ambulance. "What's the situation with the patient?" Rosaline slowly said, "Over here. She's an elderly woman who fell into the sea and lost consciousness. I performed CPR on her, but she hasn't woken up." She briefly explained the situation, and the nurses nodded, carefully placing the old woman on a stretcher. "We'll drive and follow you." I drove right behind the ambulance, accompanying the old woman to the hospital. The werewolf doctor, having received notification, was already waiting at the hospital's entrance. As soon as he saw the stretcher, he brought over a hospital bed. "Make way! We have a patient in critical condition." Rosaline and I watched as the old woman was taken into the emergency room, and only then did we feel at ease. From a candlelight dinner to rescuing someone by the sea, the two of us had been busy all night. When we got home, it was already past midnight, yet Rosaline was unusually alert. Clearly, the incident with the old woman had shaken her. "Caden, I feel that life is so fragile." Rosaline sat by the bay window, recalling everything that had just happened. Rosaline had always been strong, rarely showing sadness like this. I walked over to her, reached out, and wrapped my arm around her, asking with concern, "What's wrong?" Rosaline leaned against my chest, let out a long breath, and smiled faintly. "It's nothing." "Let's call Grandpa. With the time difference, it should be daytime over there. You can tell him the date of the engagement ceremony too." I figured Rosaline was probably missing her grandpa.