“Just endure it for a bit. I want to make sure that your wound is fully clean,” Aina muttered, seeing Irene’s whimpering expression.
She added, “I don’t want to repeat the past. I’ll make sure to remove all the infection before wrapping it up.”
At first, Irene didn’t understand what Aina was talking about.
But a few seconds later, her mouth widened, remembering someone.
Lena.
“Aina…” Irene called in a soft and gentle voice. “What happened to Lena is not your fault. You did your best, and I know that Lena thought of the same thing.”
Hearing those words, Aina couldn’t answer. Her movement of placing a cotton with alcohol toward Irene’s wound halted.
And before Aina could even notice it, tears streamed down her face.
“I thought I had already saved her…” Aina muttered, her voice stamm
