He gently flipped open her collar with his fingertips, pulling it to a precise distance.
On her delicate, pale collarbone, nestled a ferocious and mournful gash amidst the tender whiteness.
The wound was deep, as though the flesh on the shoulder had been torn by some unknown creature, leaving the raw flesh splayed open, visibly painful.
Baili An furrowed his eyebrows.
It wasn't the shocking extent of the injury that bothered him, but the fact that the wound looked days old.
The pale skin was peppered with dried scabs, and the wound hadn't been left untreated.
However… the bandaging was indescribably poor.
The gauze was a mess, barely holding together at the collar she had lightly tugged at, not properly tied at all, just carelessly stuffed over the wound.
Part of the gash on her shoulder was even left exposed, the blood seeping into the thin, gauzy fabric, making Baili An feel like he could pull the flesh off with just a little tug of his fingers.
It made his stomach turn.
