“Amitābha…”
After cleaning the wound, I started to apply the medical dressing. The moment the Seven-Leafed Grass’ juices touched her wound, Frost stretched her pale arms and grabbed me, squinting and letting out soft moans. Clearly the pain from this medicine was agonizing, to the point where Frost had two lines of tears pouring down from her eyes, wetting my neck. Frost didn’t even weep when she received the cut, but she’s shedding tears now.