Since Limon was clad in a black robe, even though the chest of the robe was soaked with blood from the bandage, it was scarcely discernible from the exterior.
Limon said placidly, "It's nothing, merely a trifling injury."
A trifling injury?
Gazing at Limon with her lovely eyes, Yalina murmured softly, "I am a scholar and possess some medical knowledge. Let me have a look."
After regarding Yalina calmly, Limon nodded following a moment of silence.
Perceiving this, Yalina advanced gracefully and knelt halfway beside Limon.
"Where is the injury?"
Yalina inquired, her beautiful eyes fixed on Limon.
Limon gently touched the wound on his chest.
Is it on the chest?
A doctor is akin to a benevolent guardian. Although a faint blush tinted her cheeks, Yalina did not recoil. Instead, she delicately removed the robe from Limon's shoulders.
