Melva had her eyes fixated on Vance's chest where her dagger had slashed him. His expensive shirt was ripped and blood seeped into the cloth. The tear of the clothing revealed the nasty slash wound on his pale chest.
However, the longer she stared at the wound, the more it healed over time. She had been concerned about the injury, thinking about tearing the hem of her hunting dress and wrapping it around his chest. Before she could treat his wound, it was already healing itself.
"You are already healed," whispered Melva, so shocked at the speed of Vance's healing progress that she made no comment on his teasing remark.
On his pale chest where there had been a long slash wound, there was nothing now, not even a scar or a trace of the wound. It had completely healed and restored his skin, like it had never been injured before. How could that be possible? It had barely been minutes since she had put the wound on his skin.
