Third Person's POV
Lynette didn't move forward right away. Instead, she covered her mouth with her hands as tears quickly blurred her vision, dropping heavily to the ground.
Just as everyone thought she would break down in tears, she quickly wiped them away, cleaning her face thoroughly.
After several attempts, she managed a faint, trembling smile and walked toward her mate.
She sat by the bedside and gazed at Marsh's face.
After days of treatment, most of the swelling had subsided, leaving only some bruises. The wounds at the corners of his mouth and eyes had mostly healed.
However, the combination of bruises, his originally tanned skin, and the application of red medicine made his lips appear purplish-black. His face looked battered and evoked a heart-wrenching sense of fragility.
