She was so petite that he could hold her easily in his arms, her soft, delicate body pressed against him. The sensation was subtle, but Ocelotte did his best to ignore it.

The female doctor said, "This is more like it!"

The doctor was both gossipy and professional, and in no time, she had finished treating the wound. When she removed the porcelain shard, Molly's fingers dug deeply into Ocelotte's waist and arm, causing him to lower his head to look at her.

Molly trembled with pain, like a pitiful little dove.

For some reason, Ocelotte, almost instinctively, placed one hand gently on her shoulder and pulled her closer into his embrace.

At that moment, he seemed to be filled with a sense of pity.

…

Leaving the hospital, Molly thought that Ocelotte would take her straight to the hotel.

To her surprise, he took her to an old street near their school, where many small eateries lined the road. Young students often came here to eat. They had visited this place a few times back then.