"I'm not in pain, it's okay..." Cecilia's voice slowly echoed in the spring night, like a stabilizer drifting into Little Five's turbulent heart. Little Five's face, bright as the moon, carried a gentle smile as he carefully applied the medicine to Cecilia's wound.
When the medicine was slowly applied to Cecilia's wound, the exposed tender red flesh tingled with pain, causing it to tremble slightly.
Little Five's eyes also trembled, then after tending to her wound, he softly instructed, "Get some good rest..."
He helped close the room door and walked downstairs, even his steps on the staircase were light.
But the moment the door closed, his eyes, which seemed to be filled with the clear breeze and bright moon, were suddenly clouded with gloom.
Things are looking bad...
The housekeeper cautiously followed behind Little Five; this time it truly seemed like a major issue was brewing.
