The Enigmatic Return (Nancy’s And Roxanne )

Chapter 1210

He asked her again, “Are you alright? Do you have any injuries?”

Neera shook her head. “No, I’m fine.”

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When she fell from the cliff, Darcel protected her well. Besides a few scratches and abrasions, she wasn’t seriously

hurt.

However, Darcel himself was not doing well as he had focused on protecting her.

When Neera saw his usual expression just now, she felt relieved that he was okay.

But now, upon closer inspection, she noticed that his entire body was covered in scrapes and bloodstains. His clothes were mostly dyed red with blood, a sight that was truly shocking.

“Are you okay? How did you get hurt so badly…”

Guilt filled Neera’s heart as she thought about how he only became like this after he protected her. Her eyes reddened at the mere thought of it.

Seeing her tears, Darcel immediately propped himself up.

“Don’t worry, these are just superficial wounds. They may look terrifying, but they’re not serious.”

He deliberately downplayed his injuries, hoping to reassure her.

“But I find it hard to believe,” Neera said skeptically. “You fell from such a height, landed directly on the ground, and got all bruised and battered. You’ve bled so much, so how could it possibly be just superficial injuries? Don’t try to fool me. Give me your hand. Let me take your pulse and see.”

As she spoke, she reached out to touch his wrist.

skillfully dodged, gently refusing, “Really, there’s no need. I’m not lying to you. They’re just

lifted his aching arm, slowly unbuttoning

were laid bare

her eyes wandering over the blotchy scars. Her expression was complex, as if she was lost in

accumulated over the years. Some were cuts created by the thorns when he rolled off the cliff, and there were also traces of bumps and bruises in various shades of blue and purple, crisscrossing each other,

was observing her expressions, capturing the surprise in her eyes

are no serious injuries.

spoke with an air of nonchalance, pretending

breath before saying,

buttoned up his shirt, casually asking her, “What’s wrong? Is something amiss?”

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did not know what to

she saw those old scars, she couldn’t quite

unexpected, there was the expected,

suspicions were laid to rest at

was not him.

didn’t have these scars.

was overthinking

Phison, after all. How

her doubts were swept away by the night wind. She shook her head and spoke softly.

his eyes, Darcel

her gaze different from before. It was familiar, yet it

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helpless, worried, and scared expression. As for other

get infected. I brought some medicine with me. I’ll clean and bandage them for you. It might hurt a bit,