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"Yes, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you…" Faye Owen's almost perfect, attractive face showed an extremely rare hint of fear and anxiety. She rushed forward to support Yves King, examining his wounds. His shoulders and back, under the layers of medicinal herbs, displayed a countless number of fine wounds. There were also many scars that looked like they had been caused by a knife. In her initial anger, she hadn't noticed these details and was filled with regret. Her nose felt sour once again, and after the traces of her past tears had dried up, her eyes filled with tears again.
