You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

"No need for that, the wound is almost healed." Joyce leaned back, avoiding him, and waved her hand. It was just some scratches, she really didn't need such a fuss.

"I said I'll help you!" Luther took her hand dominantly.

Several scars were shockingly visible across her fair fingers and several wounds in her hands. He skillfully helped her clean the wounds with iodine volts and then put on a thin layer of ointment.

Some wounds were deeper and he put a band-aid on her.

After everything was done, he seemed to be afraid of something, and suddenly nervously held her hand.

at him

was unease, happiness, eagerness, and even admiration - a variety of complex emotions overlapped together, and finally condensed

palm of her hand, trembling, pulling her hand to

were you

of the car, the two assailants were not blindfolded either, and I realized then that they definitely wanted to kill me to silence me. That's why they had no qualms about letting me see what they looked like. I knew

I inadvertently let Georgia escape. I didn't expect that when I was held hostage by

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words with

trace of goodness in her heart, and at the last moment, she gave herself up to

move to disrupt all their steps, we were able to finally escape.” Luther affirmed. Although he had never seen