C168 I Respect My Profession

I must have affected his wound. He frowned and didn't say anything. He looked at me lightly and wanted to withdraw his hand without leaving any trace.

In the end, I still saw through his actions. He didn't get what he wanted. I grabbed his hand first. My eyes were burning. "When did your hand get hurt?"

On his hand, there was a wound that was so deep that bones could be seen