Yet strangely…
Even knowing that—
She still stepped closer.
Aciel's eyes widened slightly when she gently grabbed his wrist.
"You're injured."
A thin cut near his hand had been bleeding slightly.
He looked down at her fingers holding him.
"It's nothing."
"You're still bleeding."
Without waiting for permission, Xylia carefully pulled him toward the sofa.
Aciel allowed it silently.
Which shocked him more than anyone else.
Xylia quickly opened the first aid kit nearby before kneeling beside him.
The atmosphere suddenly became strangely quiet.
Aciel watched her carefully disinfect the cut on his hand.
Her brows furrowed slightly in concentration.
And somehow…
That simple sight calmed the violent storm inside him.
"You shouldn't touch dangerous people like me so casually," Aciel suddenly said softly.
Xylia paused.
Then slowly looked up at him.
"But you've never hurt me."
Something unfamiliar tightened painfully inside his chest.
