Leah lowered her eyes and saw the cold, aloof man kneeling down, furrowing his brows as he carefully wiped the skin around her leg wound. As expected, he didn't touch the wound, and it didn't hurt at all.
The abrasions on her lower leg to knee looked daunting but were not severe.
The knee injury was more serious, with some bleeding.
The weather in the South Seas is warmer than in the Imperial City; she had come wearing only a knee-length skirt with a trench coat over it. Otherwise, the abrasions wouldn't have been this bad.
The hotel staff quickly brought up some antiseptic and ointment for the abrasions.
As her wound was disinfected, it was touched directly, causing some pain. Leah frowned, her complexion slightly paler, as she looked up at Richard Shaw, realizing that his face seemed even paler than hers, his brows tightly knitted, and his touch as light as a feather when cleaning her wound.
"Does it hurt?" The man's voice was slightly hoarse as he asked.
