After a long pause, she gently inhaled and murmured, "I understand..."
Brandan reached out his hand, gently enveloping her slender body in his arms, slowly stroking her back.
He knew that this time, he had truly frightened her, which is why she made such a promise.
His lips gently kissed the side of her face, "Good girl."
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Iris Harris's body gradually recovered, and her pale cheeks regained a touch of rosiness with proper care.
Soon, she didn't need assistance and could move freely.
Brandan was right; there was indeed a pink scar left at the place near her heart, stark against her fair skin.
Each time he applied medicine for her, he would sigh softly.
Iris herself didn't seem to mind.
The scar was under clothing, not on her face, so she didn't care much.
The day of her hospital discharge arrived quickly.
