The wind was blowing, and it was a bit cold, and the lights in the distance shone, making Roland's face more radiant.
He looked at her and smiled, not knowing what to be happy about.
Samara gave him a push. "Almost there, Mr. Garza."
Glaring at him, Samara raised her hand and rubbed her eyes. "Go back."
She is not a brave person either. She walked out for a while. The weather is indeed cold, and if she stays any longer, she might catch fever again.
Samara hasn't taken a shower for the past few days and was admitted to the intensive care unit last night. She has recovered a lot today, so she naturally wanted a good bath.
After taking a shower, Samara felt that she was alive.