The other party did not answer immediately, but gently took her hand and said in a deep voice, "Is the wound itching badly?"
As soon as she heard the familiar sound, Annabelle almost burst into tears.
"Master, it's really you! I knew it was you before, right?"
"Anna, you didn't answer me yet."
"Not itchy," Annabelle exclaimed excitedly as she sat up. "Last time you came and applied medicine, my wound got much better."
Although she was surrounded by darkness, she could feel Master by her side, which gave her a sudden sense of relief. She didn't have to make decisions on her own anymore; it was as if she could discuss anything with Master.
Master helped her remove the bandages from her hands and began carefully applying a cooling ointment.
"Master, if my eyes do not accept cornea tran
