The only strange thing was that when she woke up, apart from a few scratches, she didn't have any fatal injuries.
Thanks to this, she could get up quickly and continue living normally here.
Carefully removing the medicine powder from the wound, then applying new powder to his wound, and re-wrapping the cloth, Aldana Candi bent down to wash the remaining blood off her hands.
The clear water gradually turned a faint pink, the unique fresh and bitter scent of herbs began to spread, tinged with the smell of blood, slowly permeating through the drafty, broken house.
She looked up at the bright moon overhead, feeling somewhat exhausted, her overworked legs having no strength to stand up again; she sat cross-legged on the bed, massaging her own feet skillfully until the familiar sensation of fullness and pain returned to areas that had previously felt numb.
It was the soreness from over-stretched muscles.
