Aldana Candi snapped back to reality, her face expressionless, as she carried the medicine box inside. She deftly used a dagger to cut away the flesh that was sticking to the man's clothes, revealing a bloodied mess, and extracted a dark golden bullet from his chest with precision.
The intense pain caused the man's strong body to twitch slightly, and a mouthful of fresh blood trickled from his lips. Aldana lifted her hand, calmly using a towel to wipe the blood from his lips, then took out medicinal powder from the medicine box and skillfully applied it to his chest wound.
The white, powdery hemostatic slowly soaked through with blood, turning a dark shade and sticking to his bloody wound. Standing by the bedside, Aldana gazed blankly at the face of the man lying in bed.
Eight years had passed.
Since Ellen Candi disappeared, eight years had passed.
What could eight years change?
She slowly raised her hand, gently touching the man's fierce and wild handsome features.
