This Is a Mistake

"Miss Kara, have some porridge."

Libby said softly, sitting by the bed to feed her.

"I don't want to have the porridge. Libby, you go out first and let me alone." Kara curled up by the bed, lowered her head and whispered to Libby.

Kara's voice was hoarse and her face was haggard. Libby felt distressed and comforted Kara.

"Miss Kara, everything will be okay. Don't be so hard on yourself."

"Let me alone."

Kara did not want to listen to anyone right now, she just wanted to be alone for a while.

"Miss Kara, you..."

"Get lost!"

Kara lost her temper. She grabbed the corner of the quilt, and the veins stand out on the back of her hands.

Her face was pale and her lips were dry and cracked. Several places were bitten by herself. There was still some blood at the corner of her mouth. She curled into a ball and trembled slightly.

Kara was a good-tempered girl with good cultivation. Her voice was soft, but now it was hoarse.

She was like a trapped little beast, painful and hopeless.