Just as Fisher's complex gaze finally shifted a little upward from the other's brutal wounds, when he first looked at her face, he suddenly realized that this woman had already woken up at some point. Yet, she was extremely quiet, saying nothing, squinting with a familiar mischievous smile as she looked at him.
However, at this moment, with the injuries on her body, that smile seemed somewhat lacking vigor.
"...When did you wake up?"
"Just now."
She said in a hoarse voice, her smile deepening as if she had seen something exceptionally bright.
"How long is 'just now'?"
"Hmm...probably when the wound was almost cleaned up? Because your actions were very gentle, completely the opposite of before, so gentle and gentle, it made me feel very comfortable~"
Fisher squinted his eyes, as if realizing something, expressionless as he crossed his arms and spoke,
