The smell of blood was coming from under the blanket. Instinctively, he wanted to lift it, but his wrist was caught by Aldana Candi's cold, sweat-drenched fingers. She looked extremely pained, her fingers around his wrist trembling slightly, yet she stubbornly raised her head to question him, "What do you want to do?"
"Where are you hurt?" His brows furrowed tightly, his face looking extremely unpleasant, "Didn't I tell you not to go into the woods? Isn't the food I brought you enough? Bitten by something? What's there to hide, let me take a look first."
As he spoke, he tried to shake off Aldana Candi's fingers to lift the blanket, but his wrist tightened as Aldana Candi grabbed it forcefully again.
"I'm not injured." Aldana Candi couldn't help but say, her face pale but showing a peculiar emotion, avoiding eye contact with him, "Don't worry about me, I'll get through these days soon."
