Day Seventy-Eight…
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Ignoring her protests, Alexander just gave Hanabi a cold stare for being stubborn. Once they reached the living room, Alexander gently put her down on a couch. He retrieved a small first-aid kit from Amelia. Hanabi observed him silently, her curiosity mingled with gratitude.
'This guy keeps surprising me with his strange behaviors.' she thought to herself, biting her lips.
Without saying a word, Alexander carefully cleaned the cut on Hanabi's hand with an antiseptic wipe, his touch gentle yet firm. The atmosphere between them softened as he concentrated on the task at hand.
"Tell me if it hurts, I will be more gentle," Alexander broke his silence. He wondered why Hanabi didn't even wince or flinch when he started cleaning her wound.
"Don't worry. I can't feel any pain," Hanabi responded.
