Reyes carefully wiped some medicine with his fingertips.
"Does it hurt?"
Toya said honestly, "It hurts."
Her voice was cold and indifferent. She did not mean to act coquettishly or pitifully, but she felt that there was no need to pretend to be tough.
Reyes moved even more gently.
The medicine was cold and the man used just the right amount of strength. It made Toya feel very comfortable and she felt sleepy again.
"How did you get it?"
There was a little hostility in Reyes's voice.
Toya yawned again and said curtly, "Fighting."
"Who were you fighting with?"
"Anna."
The girl's voice was getting more and more weak, as if she would fall asleep at any moment.
Reyes guessed. "Anna Madison?"
Toya acknowledged that it was her.
Reyes pressed her. "Did she bully you?"
Toya snorted unhappily since she thought Reyes had called her weak.
It sounded like whining. Or—moaning.
