Amelia Smith didn't have dinner and slept until the next day, after nine in the morning.
When she opened her eyes, she looked at her bright room, and her head was spinning. She didn't know what year it was or what time it was.
Who is she, and where is she?
It took a while for her consciousness to catch up, and then she felt the chill on her leg.
Amelia suddenly sat up and saw William Lane sitting at the foot of the bed with his head down, then she fell back into the bed: "Ah."
William heard her sigh and walked over to the head of the bed, putting the ointment and cotton swabs on the bedside table and sat on the bed. He pulled Amelia's face out of the pillow, "What's wrong?"
"My back hurts." Amelia said, looking pitiful.
William's hand reached into the blanket to massage her waist: "It's so thin. I didn't dare apply much force yesterday."
