Amanda Smith's skin was fair, so the horrible bruising appeared even more ferocious against the snow-white color.
His gaze swept over the green and purple marks on her body, and his heart ached immensely.
Taking advantage of her position, Amanda sat up from the couch. Her body creaked like a rusty machine as she moved. She looked up to see Evan Willow looking down at her, tenderness flowing from his ink-dark eyes warmed her heart slightly. Amanda smiled softly and said in a gentle voice, "Evan, don't be sad… I'm really okay."
Because of her throat injury, her enunciation was not clear, and her voice was light and soft.
Evan Willow withdrew his gaze from the bruise on her neck.
Such deep colors, overlapping each other, made it apparent how fiercely those people had struck her multiple times.
He simply couldn't imagine what would have happened to Amanda Smith if he had arrived even a moment later.