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.

her before they departed, something

simply for telling time if the phone ran out of

torch was

was rotated to the third frame, it transformed into

see properly inside the

car was now a shambles, with shattered windows and

the windows were not

buried in snow, and the

currently leaned on was sunken and he was on

might have formed when they fell and hit hard

he wouldn't be leaning

left arm was

was pale and

but cry again when she saw him

it was weighing a thousand

he become

hasn't been treated yet; once the bleeding stops, everything

as he gently pushed himself up

which

like this and instantly

were suffocated and

"Please bring the

had packed two first-aid kits for emergencies, one of

extracted bottles for wound cleansing and bleeding

toe to

a little bit,"

wounded, she knew he'd insist on

removed his suit from

visibly lengthy wound on his arm. The reddish-white shirt, the skin,

into tears

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