Noralia pressed her lips together and nodded slightly. "I... I trust you."
Noralia naturally trusted Noan because, if it weren't for him, she would likely be in an ambulance heading to the hospital by now. But... the position earlier had been too ambiguous, making others think of some strange things.
Noan sighed, but when he saw that Noralia's finger was bleeding, he immediately approached her, frowning and saying, "You're injured?"
Noralia suddenly remembered the cut on her finger from the shard of glass. She bit her lip and nodded lightly, "Don't worry, I... I have a small injury."
"A small injury?" Noan frowned and said.
The cut was quite deep, and blood was flowing out heavily. The more she clenched her hand, the more the blood kept flowing out. It even soaked her hand and stained her white dress.
Noan gently took hold of Noralia's wrist and said softly, "Let me take a look."
"Really... it's fine. I... I can handle it," Noralia stammered.
