Only when the bleeding stopped, and his skewed leg returned to the proper position, did she finally breathe in deeply, her eyes still smeared with tears as she focused on Soren.
"Hey, look, it is already better, isn't it?"
"After I show it to Professor Lysandra, I will return to the way I was before. There is no need to worry so much."
Soren smiled lightly at Sylvia to ease her worries when...
*Slap!*
A loud slap echoed around the battlefield, silencing him instantly.
"W-Why...? Why do you bastard always risk your life for me? Why the heck are you so careless?"
"Don't you know fear? What will your parents do if you die here?"
After slapping his face, Sylvia directly hugged Soren, her arms around his neck, her face on his chest, crying loudly.
For a moment, Soren felt like he was not the one whose legs were broken and who had been slapped just now.
"What will I do if you die trying to save me? Have you ever thought about that?"
