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DaphneHe looked up at her and awkwardly touched his own face with his other hand, saying, "Why are you looking at me like that? Didn't you agree to let me use saliva to heal you?"
The young man looked at her and his face turned green in an instant.
Finally, the young man didn't know what he was thinking. He just looked at Daphne and spat saliva onto his wounds, soaking his blurred flesh and blood.
Daphne felt that his wounds were almost healed and would no longer bleed. She let go of his hand and looked at him obediently, afraid of what he might say. She complained first, "My mouth is so dry, I've spit out all my saliva."
The young man had a face full of black lines and was unwilling to speak. He took out a dirty gray bandage to wipe his wound. Daphne kindly took out her own white handkerchief and handed it to him.
"Although this method may indeed be a bit uncomfortable..." she sat back down and looked at his silent face, saying, "But after all, I did help you. Could you possibly tell me your name? Are you going to do a special task and can't reveal your name?"
The boy rubbed his arm, glanced up at her, then returned his gaze to his own hands.
"Judy Arabella," he said hoarsely.
Arabella?
Daphne's mind immediately thought of a woman, and it was the woman she disliked very much.
Is this a coincidence? After all, Judyah seems to be human beings? Could he be a servant of the Arabella family?
"Miss, where did you go—"
Suddenly, there came a shout from outside, and Daphne instinctively turned her head in the direction of the sound. The young man paused in his wiping, indicating that he had also heard it.
Daphne shook her head, propped herself up from the ground, and looked down at him, saying, "Sorry, Judyah, I have to go back first, or they will definitely be worried over there."
Watching her departing figure, Judyah's expression became complex and dark.
Daphne was holding her skirt and had just walked out of the sparse grove of trees when she saw Lucia hurrying towards her.
"Miss, where did you just go?"
Lucia followed the direction of the sound and finally saw Daphne. She hurried over, looking worried as she couldn't help but say, "What if there are sharp stones that hurt Miss's feet..."
Daphne innocently blinked and said, "I thought I saw a rabbit in the woods just now, so I ran over to take a look."
Lucia After listening to her explanation, I don't know why, but I imagined something, and I wiped away the inexplicable tears from the corner of my eye with a handkerchief.
She looked at her with a tender and kind gaze, and said, "Daphne, Miss, actually chased after a rabbit out of curiosity... Miss, rest assured, when we go back, I will find many interesting little things for you to see and play with."
Daphne's eyes lit up and she responded crisply with a cheerful "good." She followed Lucia back to the hot spring, sat down, and continued soaking her feet, enjoying the food that Lucia had brought back.
Miller won't allow her to linger here all day. After resting below, Daphne will of course have to return to the carriage and continue on the road.
Before leaving the hot spring, Daphne deliberately washed her hands several times in the hot spring, scrubbing her fingers clean, fearing that her brother would smell Judyah's scent.
However, as she was about to board the carriage, she hesitated for a moment, her steps slowing briefly.
Miller's fingers, flipping through the pages, paused and squinted towards the direction of the door.
The carriage door was opened by the Cart driver, and a deep voice inside the carriage reached Daphne's ears: "Flora why hasn't she come up yet?"
Daphne clenched her fists, lifted her skirt, and stepped up the stairs, bypassing the carriage door and entering the inside of the carriage. She faced the sharp scrutiny of Miller, lowered her head nervously, and sat down next to her brother.
Miller looked at her, his gaze moving down to her hand.
"Give me your hand," he reached out his palm, turning it upward in front of Daphne.
Daphne Looked at his hand, then raised her head to look at his expressionless face, and in her heart, she crazily complained about her brother's nose being more sensitive than a dog's. She obediently placed her hand on it.
Miller Held the soft and boneless hand, lifted it and placed it in front of his nose, sniffed it seriously twice, and furrowed his eyebrows.
"What did you catch?" His tone was not good, obviously smelling something unpleasant, but because Daphne had just washed her hands, she couldn't smell it very well.
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