Anan pulled Casandra to sit, then he rushed to get the medicine box stored in the glass cabinet not far from where they were sitting. Anan prepares liquid medicine to clean the wound on Casandra's hand.
"See miss, you're hurt," said Anan, cleaning the wound carefully.
From time to time Anan glanced at Casandra, afraid that she would be in pain or cry because of the pain. But it turns out Casandra was silent while staring blankly without regard to the pain in her hand.
It seemed that the pain was incomparable to the pain in Casandra's feelings, to the point that she didn't even care about the wound.
Anan continued to treat it carefully, until the wound was bandaged Casandra was still silent. "It's over, miss, you should rest now," said Anan softly as he tidied up the medicine box again.
