The day had broken.
The armored soldiers were cleaning the battlefield.
Losa rolled up Prajna's sleeve, looking at the scorched and curled skin with some heartache, and said, "Let me bandage it for you."
Prajna shook her head, reached out, and gently rubbed her arm.
A layer of skin came off, revealing beneath it skin as tender as that of a newborn baby.
Seeing Losa's surprised expression, the corners of Prajna's mouth slightly lifted.
"I'm fine, go do what you need to do."
Losa, seeing the rare smile on Prajna's face, instinctively reached out his hand and gently pinched her cheek, showing her cute little canine teeth.
Prajna's appearance easily made people overlook her actual professional role.
"Thank you. I don't know how many times I would have died without you."
He sincerely expressed his gratitude.
"No... no need to be so courteous."
She awkwardly raised her hand to remove Losa's hand, but stopped halfway: "Go on quickly, protecting you is my innate duty."
