She treated the wound on his cheek. He looked down, and the warm yellow light spilled down. In his sight was her smooth and fair face.

She stared at the wound carefully and gently applied the long and narrow scar with a cotton swab with medicine. She blew on it gently and with a gentle force for fear of hurting him.

The slightly pouting red lips, the slightly hot breeze blowing over his cheeks, the cool medicine, and the faint fragrance made his Adam's apple ...