The smell of disinfectant was particularly pungent. Her delicate brows tightly frowned. Then, she moved her fingers slightly and opened her eyes.
She wanted to support her weak body, but her hands forced her to give up.
"You're awake."
Simon quickly walked to the bed and touched her forehead.
"The fever is gone."
Simon breathed a sigh of relief with a tired face, and his eyes were bloodshot.
Zayla was stunned for a few seconds, trying to avoid his touch, but she became dizzy when she moved a little.
She opened and closed her mouth, trying to make a sound, but her dry throat made her fail to make a sound.
Seeing this, Simon quickly poured a glass of water, trying to help her up and feed her to drink.
Zayla resisted very much. Even though her whole body was limp, she still tried to push him away.
Simon's expression was gloomy, and he was about to say something.