Terrence wanted to put his clothes back on, but it was too late.
Alexa walked behind him without any explanation, her eyes glistening with tears.
"Don't cry." Terrence said with some self-blame, "Sorry..."
"Does it hurt?" Alexa asked softly.
She gently stroked the wound and tears flowed out of her eyes.
"Are you crying?"
Terrence laughed softly instead and raised his hand to wipe away the tears on Alexa's face.
"It doesn't hurt. It's just a small injury."
"You are not a robot. How can it not hurt?"
Alexa was so distressed that he wanted to return this knife to Irvin right now.
"I'll help you apply for the medicine."
After saying that, she skillfully fiddled with the medicine bottles.
"Although I can't remember the medical knowledge I have learned before, it is not a problem to deal with the wound."
Alexa said firmly without a trace of fear in her eyes.