"Philip, are my knees bleeding?" Barbara looked at her husband with trembling eyes, just like her voice. Both of her hands gripped Philip's hand tightly.

"I don't think so. It's just a few scratches or bruises at most."

"Is it true?"

Barbara dared to look down. However, before she could see the wound, Philip had carried her and sat her on a large rock.

"You don't need to panic. I'll treat your wounds, hmm?"

"My knees are bleeding, right?" Barbara's tears began to clot. Before it ...