The situation of the Arielle was extremely bad.
Sara looked at her squatting in the corner through a layer of glass. Her hair was disheveled and her clothes were ragged. She looked like a beggar, but her eyes were vigilant and fierce. No matter how you looked at it, it didn't look like a human being's eyes.
A nurse wanted her to take the medicine, but she immediately threatened. The nurse did not dare to go forward and could only look helplessly at the doctor.
The doctor sighed and said to Sara, "As you can see, she seems to think of herself as some kind of animal now and is very vigilant to human beings..."
"Cat." Sara looked at the gold cat quietly and said in a very low voice, "She thinks of herself as a wild cat."
The appearance of the golden beak was very similar to the wild cat on the rooftop that night. It seemed that the cat had brought quite a psychological shadow to the golden beak.