Chapter 1165

"Hey there, young one. Are you okay?" Willow asked the young boy concernedly. It was dim, but Willow could still make out Aaron's overall features. There was a long and deep cut on his left arm, and his sleeve was soaked with blood. Clearly, the metallic scent of blood she caught earlier came from him. For some reason, the boy reminded her of the man in white she had accidentally bumped into on her first day in Havenpoint. Their facial features seemed similar. But she didn't dwell on it. After all, it was a big world, and people often looked the same. Aaron carefully gazed up at her. Since he couldn't speak, he shook his head gently to indicate he was alright. He could see the black marks on her face. She was ugly, but she bore some resemblance to his mother. Hence, he inexplicably felt a wave of grief and the need to cry as he stared at her. "Your arm is bleeding, and you're saying you're fine?" Willow couldn't help but find her own reaction strange. The sight of this injured