109. Jane’s suicide

The handsome man slowly raised his palm. He was holding a strip of cloth. She looked at it and then blinked her eyes at the man.

"You have hurt your finger. Tie it. There is medicine in it. You will feel less pain."

His sympathy closed Sinja's mind. She just kept looking at him as a fetish.

"Keep this." Seeing her lost, the handsome man said in his low voice.

"Thank you." Sinja held that strip hesitantly.

He nodded and left with his captivating aura. When he left, she suddenly realised he had not worn the uniform belonging to Winsonland. Who was that polite man and where did he come from? Sinja looked in the direction where he left. He must be a guest. She looked at the strip in her grip.