Without so much as a flinch, Skr pulled the bloodstained shirt back on.

Victor stood utterly dumbfounded, his jaw hanging open for a long while.

He’d always thought Skr looked so frail. He never expected that she could actually take down a wild boar weighing over 110 pounds bwith /bher bbare /b

hands.

Skr walked over to Victor. “Victor, are you okay?”

Victor was about to speak when his gaze locked onto Skr’s hand. Blood was streaming steadily from the wound.

The shirt was already soaked with blood. Victor’sposure shattered instantly. “Your hand…” he choked out, coughing violently as his voice failed bhim/bb. /b

Clutching his chest, Victor frantically examined Skr’s hand. The branch had snapped, sending splinters tearing into her tender skin and leaving bher /bpalm a bloody mess.

Despite the searing pain, Skr didn’t make a sound as she used that very hand to pummel the wild boar into submission.

Guilt overwhelmed Victor as he choked out, “I’m so sorry, Skr. I failed to protect you.”

Skr said urgently, “Let’s not talk about this. We need to get out of here now. Someone must have nted something on me that’s attracting wild

boars.”

Victor’s face darkened. “Do you know who did this to you?”

“Yeah, I know. Can you get up?” Skr asked.

He tried ito /istand up, but the spot where he’d been kicked hurt so badly that any movement made the pain re up.

Victor pressed his lips together. “I can’t move. Go. Get help ande back for me.”

“You can’t move. If I leave you here, you’re dead.” Skr reached out. “I’ll carry you.”

Victor eyed her slender frame doubtfully. “I’m way too heavy for you,bto /bcarry.”

Celebrities strictly controlled their weight. Even at his thinnest, Victor still weighed over 110 pounds.

He looked at Skr. She couldn’t weigh more than 90 pounds. It was impossible for her to carry him.

Without wasting words, Skr grabbed his arm. With practiced leverageb, /bshe hauled him up, draped his arm over her shoulder, and crouched down slightly. “Just go along with me.”

Still stunned, Victor slumped onto her back. In one swift motion, Skr stood up and carried him with surprising ease.

Victor’s mind was reeling. All his thoughts condensed into one exmation, “Skr, you’re bso /bstrong.”

“Not bad,” Skr replied. Back in prison, Louis had arranged for ba /bmartial arts teacher to train her so she wouldn’t get bullied by

Inmatesb. /b

The martial arts teacher was provoked by his rival and lost control in the heat of the moment, injuring the man. He was bcharged /bbwith /bassault and bnded /bin prison.

bJnder /bhis martial arts guidance, she trained every day, practicing her strength with 15–pound sandbags hanging from bher /bbhands/b.

At first, she couldn’t even hold her stance. Her arms would give out instantly. During those days, her body bwas /bbcovered /bbin /bbbruises /bband /bbcuts/bb, /bbevery /bbinch /bbof /bher aching relentlessly.

b1/2 /b

Determined not to be bullied, she gritted her teeth and pushed through the pain.

Gradually, she could maintain a steady stance and lift the sandbags with ease. Seeing her progress, her teacher bbegan /bincreasing her btraining /bintensity, heavier weights, and longer sessions each time.

If not for that wild boar’s thick hide, she would’ve killed it outright.

If she could send a wild boar flying with one punch, carrying a 110–pound guy was nothing for her.

Victor felt the pain where he’d been kicked growing more intense. He couldn’t hold back and hissed, “It hurts…”

Skr carefully lowered Victor to the ground, checked his body temperature, and then gently wiped the sweat from his brow with her bbare /bbhand/b, showing not a trace of hesitation.

“Wait here for a second,” she said. “I’ll go find some herbs for you.”

She returned shortly with a few herbs, instructing Victorb, /b“Chew these up and swallow them.” Without hesitation, she stuffed some binto /bher own mouth, chewed them to a pulp, and pressed the mash onto her injured hand.

Victor was visibly recovering. He looked at Skr in surprise and asked, “Skr, byou /bbknow /bmedicine too?”

Skr said, “Just a little. Get on my back. We need to keep moving.”

Having witnessed her incredible strength, Victor didn’t hesitate

and climbed onto her back. “I’m sorry, Skr.”

Skr responded softly, “Why are you apologizing?”

Victor said, “Back then, I listened to Freya and treated you so badly. That first time we met, bI /bwas downright cold to you…”

Skr chuckled, “It’s okay. I don’t me you.”

The more Skr tried to brush it off, the heavier the guilt weighed on Victor.