But the fact that they hadn't officially disclosed their relationship so far to anyone, clearly made Cleo unable to reveal such news carelessly.
So that with a mind that was getting farther away and didn't know which way she was thinking. Cleo uncertainly smiled silly at Harry.
"Forget it! It seems, I was imagining too much," Cleo replied and blew her stinging hand softly.
Harry narrowed his eyes and wanted to reply. However, when Dirga came with the medicine box, Harry first took the box and treated Cleo's wounds. He took out an ointment to relieve the pain and boiling wounds from the box. Then apply it to Cleo painstakingly.
With her wide eyes and incredulous expression, Cleo followed Harry's gentlemanly actions from start to finish silently.
"Are you okay?" Cleo asked, who was worried that Harry would be a little disturbed because he had acted differently from his usual self.
Harry ignored her.
"Is it still sore?" Harry asked softly.
