"Pretty lady, you are injured. Bad at that!" Elara paused and turned to look at a young man. He looked a decade older than her with a strong chest and burning golden eyes. His face was tanned as if he had spent all his life under the sun. yet the smile on his face and his expressions looked naive like a sheltered child.
The adorable expressions on a handsome and strong man felt striking. He chuckled when she was dazed looking at him.
"I know that I am handsome. But if you want to stare at me, you should sit first." Elara blinked. It was not his beauty that she was staring at. But she did not explain it to him as she shook her head.
"Your legs are bleeding badly. You should sit down if you want to live or walk for a long time," he repeated with the same smile as if she was whispering sweet nothing to her.