C347 Gradual Recovery(2)

I turned around to look at the huge door, then said to the colour butterfly: "Who is outside? Such a violent knocking at the door, is there some serious illness? "

The colour butterfly also revealed a look of dissatisfaction, and slowly walked out of the door, at the same time saying to me: "There should not be anyone, these few days it has always been like this, somehow there is someone