Aldana Candi opened the medical kit, took out the tweezers and alcohol swabs, walked over and squatted in front of him, holding his hand, carefully extracting the small glass shards embedded in his flesh.
"If it hurts, just let me know and I'll be gentler."
After she finished speaking, she looked up at him.
The overhead light shone on the man's hair, and he sat beneath it, the halo of light spreading around him.
He appeared as delicate as a snow-made doll, his face showing no expression. Seeing her look over, he slowly nodded his head.
Although this person was filled with the Young Master's imperious temperament, Aldana had to admit, he certainly looked good.
Just as exquisite yet entirely different from Eric Candi's rugged sternness.
Aldana gathered her thoughts, carefully lowered her head, and used the tweezers to extract fragments from the wound on his wrist.
There weren't many inside, but because the wound was deep, she had to probe in quite deep with the tweezers.
