Was she worried about him? Or was she feeling sorry for him?
Justin looked down at her. The way she pouted was somewhat similar to when she was a kid. If he had a choice, he wanted her to be simple and happy all her life. However, he did not have a choice.
"Ouch!"
When the medicinal cotton was applied to his wounds, Justin groaned with a frown.
"Ah?" Anne's hand trembled, and she looked up at him with embarrassment. "Does it hurt? I'll be gentler."
Justin's eyes were deep, with an inexplicable attraction. He said with a gentle smile on his lips, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."
Even though he said so, Anne was still very careful. Her subconscious actions caused Justin to feel a surge of warmth in his heart. It looked like she was well-educated. Although Callan was known for doting on his daughter, Anne was not spoiled.
"Eek?"