Ram's brows furrowed slightly when he noticed a little girl who looked to be around seven years old.
The child tripped over a tree root, lost her balance, and fell to the ground.
She was wearing shorts, so he immediately noticed the scrape on her knee.
Without hesitation, he stood up from the bench and, for reasons he couldn't explain, his heart suddenly filled with concern for the little girl.
He quickly approached her, expecting her to burst into tears because of the sting from the wound, which was already bleeding slightly.
"Does it hurt? Let me see..." he said as he examined her injured knee.
He couldn't help but stare at the child's gentle features. She had long eyelashes, a delicate nose, and rosy lips.
The little girl smiled sweetly when she saw the concern on his face.
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