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.

had put this watch on her before they departed, something she rarely

for telling time if the phone ran out of power; she had no idea it also had a

torch was soon

it transformed into a tiny light bulb that

was able to see properly inside

car was now a shambles, with shattered windows and

the

in snow, and the snowdrifts

on was

they fell and hit hard on Clarence.

be leaning in that direction

arm was completely drenched

face was pale and he

cry again when she saw him in this

felt like it was weighing

become

been treated yet; once the bleeding stops, everything will be okay;

as he gently pushed himself up

moving slowly, which was unusual

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

though she were suffocated and couldn't say

sitting up, Clarence appeared paler. "Please bring the first aid kit, Florence," he

kits for emergencies, one of which

and extracted bottles for wound cleansing and bleeding control. She was

from head to toe to ensure

not even a little bit," Florence said, shaking

she knew he'd insist

better and carefully removed his suit

the blood flowed out. The white shirt beneath had ripped apart, revealing a visibly lengthy wound on his arm. The reddish-white shirt, the skin, and the wound

broke into tears

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