After taking a shower, Iris Harris emerged wrapped in a robe.
"Miss Harris..."
Faye stood by the door, trembling, and when she saw Iris come out, she softly called to her.
Iris's face was very pale; her skin was already fair, but now it was translucent white, as if it might dissipate with a breath of wind in the sunlight.
Her damp hair, like seaweed, spread behind her, casting a lazy silhouette over her exquisitely delicate face.
She might not be as glamorous as Viola Harris, but she had a certain charm, like a white plum blossom, calmly standing there, silently exuding her own unique fragrance.
"Your face looks terrible, would you like me to get you some medicine?"
Iris walked towards the study, hesitated upon hearing Faye's words, and said, "Could you please get me some painkillers and anti-inflammatory drugs?"
Her body had been torn by Brandan, and she still felt a faint pain when walking.
She was too embarrassed to go to the hospital for treatment.
