Soon, she returned to her dignified and quiet front. Watching the man approach, she said politely, "Thank you for helping me to teach that woman a lesson and reminding me..."
The man suddenly held her hand halfway through her sentence. Before she could cry out in surprise, she saw the man holding her hand and carefully rubbing some translucent ointment on the back of her hand.
"Does it hurt?" The man looked up at her. His long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings.
Those eyes were like burning blue flames, scalding her vision. She turned around in panic, pretending to observe if anyone was coming.
"It doesn't hurt. I'm not that weak..." Tris coughed awkwardly and said.
Eric looked at the thin layer of calluses on Trissy's fingers and fell into deep thoughts.
He finished applying the medication and handed the small enamel box to Tris. "Here."
