Elly Campbell picked up the iodine solution to disinfect his wound. When she looked at his injury again, the flesh torn by tree branches was far more severe than hers—so much so that even the bone was visible.
"This wound can't just be bandaged. It needs stitches."
"Alright."
Ethan White gazed at Elly Campbell intensely, replying softly.
In the gentle depths of his eyes, there was a faint trace of a smile, so tender that it felt as if no matter what Elly did, he could tolerate it all.
This scene made Adam Jones's eyes sting even more.
His gaze fell on Elly, observing her furrowed brow as she focused on Ethan's wound. Even a perfectly ordinary expression, in Adam's eyes, could be interpreted as worry and nervousness.
The more Adam watched, the more piercing the sight became, and the chill around him grew steadily heavier.
