The Show Has Just Been On

It was a fine day. In the evening, the sunset colored the sky red. It was very beautiful.

Some of the afterglows sprinkled into the room, bringing some warmth to the ward. It was at that time that Kara opened her eyes.

Zoie quickly moved to the bedside and called out to Kara softly.

Kara blinked her big eyes with a blank face.

"Zoie, am I dreaming?"

Kara's voice was hoarse, low, and soft, just like the cry of an injured kitten.

"No. You are fine now. It's all over." Zoie felt bad for Kara as Zoie touched Kara's forehead. "Kara, silly girl, James..."

Kara looked around the ward. It took her quite a while to figure out that she was no longer in danger.

At that time when Kara got rid of Zoie's hand, she believed she was going to die. Kara did not expect that she would be so lucky to survive.

Hearing Zoie mention James' name, Kara frowned slightly.

"Zoie, my stomach aches."

"What? Your stomach? I'll call the doctor now." Zoie was nervous.