Seeing her crying and scolding him at the same time, he knew that this stunning woman had been worried sick about him.
No matter what, the hero saving the damsel in distress trope was cliché, but being cliché meant it was effective. And with Luis's tattered, torn clothes, it was all the more convincing.
"Ahem..."
A cough sounded. Hail adjusted his glasses and smiled mildly. "It seems I came at a bad time!"
Deewa was not a shy, bashful little girl. She continued to hold onto Luis while crying, then wiped her tears and looked at this unfamiliar yet very charismatic guy.
"Brother, thank you so much!!"
"No need for thanks. Are you okay..."
Hail was still a bit worried. After all, Luis's clothes had so many torn holes that he looked rather battered no matter how you looked at it.
He quickly stepped forward to check on him. Only then did Deewa reluctantly leave the man's embrace, standing obediently to the side without daring to speak.
