Jeremiah May pursed his lips slightly, looking at the little one in his arms. To be honest, he himself was startled by the scar on her forehead earlier. It wasn't the horror of the scar, but the fact that he hadn't expected her to have such scars.
From this scar, he could almost imagine the force her head must have suffered—it surely wasn't light.
Is that why she's slow?
But unexpectedly, the little one, who hadn't made a single sound when she was about to fall to the ground, began to struggle fiercely once he held her, as if trying to break free from his embrace. This was completely different from the previous two times when she desperately wanted to cling to him.
Yet strangely, he actually held her even tighter.
