"Actually..." she bit her lip slightly, "there was no need for you to take the knife for me. Such a sharp blade wouldn't leave a scar."
When Sky Moore heard her words, he glanced at her with a slight surprise, seemingly a bit incredulous.
He came back to his senses and said somewhat sternly, "What foolish thing are you saying? How could I possibly stand by and watch you get hurt?"
Lily Smith pursed her lips tightly, her head bowed as she looked at the wound on Sky Moore's arm; the doctor was stitching him up. Even though the anesthesia had been administered, the sight of the fine needle piercing his skin still frightened her.
She lowered her head a little further, and didn't speak again, but her fingers clenched tightly.
"I won't let them get away with this," she said in a hushed tone.
