Clarence's eyes darkened as he realized his physical state.

His left arm had a deep and long cut, his back was somewhat fractured, and he had minor injuries on his leg. Other parts of his body were also injured.

It was just as he had predicted.

His modified vehicle shielded him from lethal damage falling from such a great height.

Furthermore, he was not wearing his seat belt and instead shielded Florence in his arms. As a result, he absorbed all of the injuries.

Clarence endured all the pain in quiet and reassured her, saying, "It's okay, don't cry."

He rubbed her on the back and said, "Did you get hurt? Let me have a look."

Florence nodded and shook her head the next second, sobbing.

She was perplexed.

Clarence's expression was solemn as he looked at her.

"Come on, get up, and let me have a look." He urged gently.

His voice was soothing.

Florence wept and slowly rose from his chest, her hands clinging to his shirt as if they would be separated if she let go.

Clarence couldn't see her face in the complete darkness, but he was certain she was crying now.

It hurt him simply thinking about her sad face.

"Turn the button on your watch three times, and it will turn on the torch," he whispered softly.

His watch had a feature similar to this, but he couldn't use it because his left hand was seriously wounded.

Florence followed without hesitation.

on her before they departed,

time if the phone ran out of power; she had no

torch was

was rotated to the third frame, it transformed into a tiny

to see properly inside the car

the car was now a shambles, with shattered windows

and the windows were not

in snow, and the snowdrifts outside

seat where Clarence currently leaned on was sunken and he was on

deep-set might have formed when they fell and hit hard on

wouldn't be leaning in that direction by

arm was completely

face was pale

couldn't help but cry again when she

like it was weighing

he become

treated yet; once the bleeding stops, everything will be okay; it's not

pushed himself

was moving slowly, which was

when she saw him like this and instantly reached in to assist

as though she were

sitting up, Clarence appeared paler. "Please bring

first-aid kits for emergencies, one of which was placed behind

and extracted bottles for wound cleansing and bleeding control. She was now well-versed

toe to ensure she

not even a little bit," Florence said, shaking

she was wounded, she knew he'd insist

removed his suit from his

visibly lengthy wound on his arm. The

into tears

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