Lilianna Norman spoke easily, but Carson knew that before she came, she must have struggled internally for a long time; after all, coming here was a risk to her life, a slight mishap could truly end in death.
Warmth surged in Carson's heart; this woman, to see him, disregarded even her own life!
Carson looked down and saw his body covered with a large towel, and under the towel, he felt he was wearing nothing; his skin was directly in contact with the towel.
Carson hesitated for a moment before asking, "Who treated my wound?"
Lilianna's cheeks flushed red, fortunately, the cave was dimly lit, and she wore a veil over her face, so she wasn't afraid of Carson seeing her blush.
"Me."
Carson's mouth involuntarily fell open a little wider, wanting to say something, but not knowing how to start, finally managing only to say, "Thank you."
Lilianna simply hummed, changing the subject, "How do you feel?"
