Zane's pitiful scream startled Clara, she almost let out a panic, her body trembled, she quickly covered her mouth with her hand before the sobs leaked out revealing her presence.
They saw him screaming, gloating in victory, laughing mockingly for a while before leaving. The crowd seemed to melt into the night like a ghost.
When they turned to face her, they had unintentionally taken off their masks, revealing their own faces, unexpectedly the leader's face was clearly visible in Clara's wide-open eyes, dumbfounded, swallowing saliva. Clara tries not to be found out. Her heart pounded wildly with anxiety and fear. Clara could only hold her breath and wait until those people were far away.
When those people were out of sight, Clara sat down, now she dared to breathe, what she just saw made her bewildered, her mind became blank to let her body act freely, panting, Her limbs softened, she was sweating profusely, and she sat there motionless until Zane's scream brought her back to the present.
Clara, startled by the scream, looked over to where Zane was lying on the ground with her eyes in her hands. Regaining her composure she lifted her foot there. Clara crept closer to the body lying on the ground. Her mouth hung open in fear and she had to use trembling fingers to cover it.
His face was covered in blood. It dripped from his dark hair and soaked the front hem of his shirt. A feeling of dread swept over her as she worried whether it was too late to save him. Clara put the shoe down beside her. She was cold all over and shivering. In eighteen years of her life, nothing like this had happened to her. She looked at the body in front of her. She found herself waiting for something else to happen. Someone soon passed by this scene.
"Are you okay?" Clara approached and touched his shoulder.
She looked closely at the victim of the council beating with curiosity mixed with pity. It was difficult to see his face under the blood, but he appeared to be a young man. His clothes looked luxurious. Suddenly she saw his chest move. She blinked in surprise.
"Hey you?" she asked, leaning closer to him.
Zane was startled when a hand touched him, her voice was sweet and gentle, he stretched his hand around in the air as if searching for something, seeing that Clara suddenly reached out and grabbed his hand. .
"Who are you?" Zane asked in a rush of voice mixed with rapid breathing, the pain was coming to torment him, making his eyes sting and sting.
He jumped up suddenly, and she let out a panicked cry. A large hand gripped the hem of her shirt so tightly that she couldn't pull it off. Another hand came to her face. His palm rested on her cheek, his trembling fingers smeared blood on her face. After a forceful unsuccessful attempt to break free, Clara gave up and sat down beside him.
"Those who attacked you have left." She desperately tried to untangle his fingers from the hem of her skirt. His grip was as hard as iron: "Let go of your hand, please."
After a while, he replied. Slowly his hand moved away from her face and slid along her hand until he grasped her wrist.
"Help me get up." He said gruffly, surprising her with the tone of his voice.
Clara looked at him, she could see that he had many wounds on his body, on his head where blood was oozing out from the wound and his eyes were closed and could not be opened. Can't stand it.
"Let me help you."
His fingers loosened, and she pulled out her handkerchief, a clean, soft square of linen. She dabbed his face lightly and pressed the folded handkerchief to the wound, hoping he wouldn't damage his eyes. A painful hiss escaped his lips, blood dripping into hers. Wincing, Clara took his hand and pressed it to her face.
"Perhaps you could keep this here? Good. Now, I'll take you to the hospital."
It was her decision. Without waiting for him to agree or not, Clara used her strength to help this large man stand up, putting his arm around her shoulders. She wrapped her arms around his waist under his coat, suddenly blushing with embarrassment. She had never hugged another man. Struggling to stay on her feet, she staggered as the man grabbed her to lift her. She didn't think he was that tall. He rested his hands on her small shoulders while his other hand pressed the handkerchief over her face. He let out small groans. Her small body lifted with slow, heavy steps toward the university gates.
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Witnessing the whole thing happening from above, Clara's two guardian angels had an interesting conversation.
"Its fate, we've found the right person," Martha exclaimed at what she had just seen. She thought it was the arrangement of nature. The one who danced with Clara was the one Clara helped out.
"Nothing is certain yet." Bertha countered with her own thoughts, once again the two's opinions did not agree.
Martha looked at Bertha, displeased, her hands on her hips, pouting:
"Then let's bet. Is that person the person Clara is looking for." Martha suggested.
Bertha looked back at Martha - who was sure of her thoughts, and confidently replied: "Fine! See who's right in the end."
Bertha without hesitation accepted the offer.
Four eyes looked at each other, everyone was full of confidence in their judgment.
For a while. The two looked away from each other. Suddenly Bertha turned to leave, not forgetting to call Martha to come with her.
"Let's go!"
Bertha called out to the brown-haired girl, Seeing Martha still standing like a statue Bertha had to turn her head and urge: "Why are you standing there?"
Martha was thinking about something, suddenly startled when asked, she turned around and asked dumbly: "Where are you going?"
"Didn't you want to know the answer, was the person just now with Clara?"
"How do I know?" Martha still doesn't understand.
"If you want to know, follow me." Impatient Bertha raised her voice as if ordering.
"Where are you going?"
Bertha shook her head at Martha's sudden naivete.
"The hospital, not anymore," Bertha replied curtly, and with a wave of her hand she disappeared, and Martha slowly did the same, soon the two girls standing on the roof were nowhere to be seen.
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At the hospital.
Zane was taken to the emergency room, Clara was still sitting on the chair waiting for no one to tell her to do it but Clara still wanted to do it because her nature was like that from birth, always honest and kind, sitting unconsciously, she looked up at the clock lying on the wall, Clara was startled when the clock struck 11 o'clock at night, she should have gone home, a little embarrassed she stood up and walked towards The large door to the hospital entrance, but she had barely lifted her foot a few steps when she was forced to stop when the nurse called out to her.
"Hey girl!" Clara turned around and nodded slightly to look at the person in the nurse's uniform. According to Clara's observation, the young woman had just come out of the emergency room where Zane was in.
"Are you the patient's family member?" The nurse mentioned Zane.
Clara faltered before answering, the friendly nurse spoke again: "What blood type are you?"
Looking at Clara's face, the nurse continued: "He lost a lot of blood, needs blood to replenish, unfortunately, the hospital has run out of backup blood."
The nurse's voice was gentle but also full of urgency.
"O." Clara stammered in reply.
"Oh really! Very well, hurry up and follow me."
Didn't bother to let Clara mentally prepare. The nurse hurried over and pulled her into the blood collection room. She was bewildered but eventually volunteered to donate blood to save lives.
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Clara is in the recovery room of the hospital. She had just taken her own blood to save Zane. Although she didn't know who it was, she still did it for the sake of saving people, something she had always been taught by her mother.
Love makes people happy.
When she felt better she got out of bed. It was time for her to go home, thought Clara, walking her feet towards the house. Is it God's will to play a joke? the nurse called her again. Clara turned to look at the friendly smile from the nurse for her.
"He's out of danger, you can come to visit by the way, and you can go down to the cashier's office to pay the hospital bills!"
Don't know if this is luck or bad luck, only that Clara with a weak face paid the hospital bills, for someone she didn't even know the name of. This month's salary is considered to be gone when Clara panicked when she looked at the amount to be paid on the bill.
Finished, Clara sadly walked out, didn't bother to come up to see how the name made her so impulsive. Clara silently shook off her stutter when talking to strangers as she walked. She blamed herself, so she clearly told the nurse that she was not a member of Zane's family. But everything was lost, blame yourself for what? In the night, a girl walks home from the hospital, the reason is that the remaining balance is not enough to pay for a taxi.
Clara panicked when the gate was locked. Xenia's mother and daughter wanted her to sleep on the street tonight, so they conspired to close the door to prevent her from entering the house.
A bad day with her. Sitting crouched, hugging her small body. The wind came with a cold that made her shiver. Looking up at the sky, she secretly wondered why her parents left her? Tears streamed down her perfectly delicate face if only that birthmark had disappeared. Wiping her tears with her hand, she rubbed her hands together to keep the cold away. Looking at her appearance now, like the girl selling matches, the sad fairy tale made Clara cry every time she read it.
After a while, the limit of a human had arrived. Clara decided to change the so-called fate that people had to accept. She couldn't bear it forever. Thinking that Clara sighed and started the idea she had in mind. Step by step, her small calloused hand clung to the gate, nimble and deft she climbed into the house. Rubbing her hands together, she climbed into the room by means of the outside plumbing. Opening the room window, she was finally in her room. The clock struck 12 o'clock at night is also the time when she fell asleep in the hope that tomorrow dawn would bring happiness to her. A slight smile appeared on her lips. Clara is dreaming, a beautiful dream.