The Ex-Husband’s Revenge By Dragonsky

She remembered having a clear view of the man stabbing Leon in the chest with the dagger, but strangely enough, Leon was alive and well as if nothing happened to him at all.

Iris began to doubt if she saw it that time.

“I’m fine. My injury is fine.”

Leon touched his chest subconsciously, but he accidentally made contact with the wound. He frowned in pain as a result and could not help but let out a groan.

“What’s wrong? Does it hurt? Okay, we’re going to the hospital right now!”

Iris stood up abruptly and had a nervous expression on her face.

“It’s not that painful. The pain lasts for only a little while, and it disappears almost as quickly as it arrives. I don’t think there’s a need to go to the hospital.”

The pain gradually lessened as Leon rubbed it back and forth a couple of times.

He wanted to take off his clothes to check on his injury, but he felt embarrassed to do so in front of Iris.

“Take off your clothes and show me how bad it is.”

Iris was still worried.

“But…”

shy and it was a little awkward of him to be taking his clothes off in

take

practically ignored the fact that Leon was a

himself by saying that there was nothing to be shy about if

that thought, he gritted his teeth and took off his shirt to

Worse still, the scar was unsightly, like a five-centimeter-long centipede, and anyone who saw it would feel chills down

it doesn’t hurt when the

touched the scar on Leon’s chest. her nose

she felt after seeing the scar that remained of Leon’s heroics when saving her the last

next moment, however, a curious scene

the scars began to peel off bit

It would usually take at least a month or two for scars to fully form and disappear, yet that was exactly what happened even though it had only been less than a day since the wound was first inflicted. Amazingly,

It was simply unbelievable.

of the scar that was once there was absent from the new skin underneath, and it was almost as if Leon

Iris’s mind went blank.

the other

and they rubbed back and forth on his chest like the strokes of a