Did she fall rolling down the slope? Is that how she got these injuries? His fingers involuntarily brushed aside her bangs and looked at the scar on her forehead, twisted like a centipede. If her head had struck even harder at that time, she might have lost her life.
This little one actually walked through the Ghost Gate.
His fingers gently touched the scar on her forehead, "Does it hurt?" The words slipped out unconsciously, even he was taken aback.
Why would he ask such a silly question! Fortunately, she probably didn't understand.
But strangely, she seemed to understand what he meant, and flashed him a sweet smile, "It doesn't hurt, my head doesn't hurt."
That smile was pure and sweet, and those dark phoenix eyes were so clear, so clear that Jeremiah May felt a strange sensation.
That clarity might be something he didn't possess; her clarity allows people to see her emotions at a glance and let one's guard down completely in front of her.
