"Thank God! You finally woke up."

A woman's voice is warm, gentle like the sound of waves in her ear, making Camellia feel very comfortable. Although she didn't recognize whose voice it was, she was still comfortable hearing it.

Her thick and long lashes moved softly. The tip of her left index finger also moved slightly. Her eyes have not opened yet, but she can still feel that she is surrounded by a warm, peaceful atmosphere.

Camellia did not know how long she had slept, she also didn't know where she was. She merely felt that this was probably a hospital because she heard the low, steady beeping of some kind of machine that she sometimes heard when she was taken to the hospital for a check-up and she also smelled the faint smell of antiseptic around her.

Hearing the voice, Camellia guessed that there was not only one mild-mannered woman in the room, but at least three other people, two men, one other woman who appeared to be a little older.

There was the sound of someone else's footsteps entering. After the door closed, this person went straight to where Camellia was lying and stood for a long time without leaving. She didn't even know what this guy was up to.

"Why hasn't she woken up yet, Doctor?" The elderly woman's voice rang out. “Her eyelids and fingers have been moving for a long time.”

Oh, it looks like the person who just arrived was a doctor. This seemingly elderly woman must have been in the room for a long time, before Camellia dimly regained consciousness.

Even though Camellia was conscious, she could hear, she could smell and she could even feel, she still couldn't open her eyes. She also did not try to struggle to open its eyes anymore, but accepted to lie still and sleep for a while. Who knows, while lying still, she can reorganize in her head what happened.

“She still hurt”, “need more time”, “take a rest”...

What the doctor said to the people in the room, Camellia could not be heard clearly. She let loose into vague petty thoughts. Then she felt very sleepy. Maybe it was because the doctor had just sedated her through a needle stuck in a vein.

“Oh dear! Can't I just lie down and think for a while? Why make me sleep?"

Before totally falling into a sedative-hypnotic slumber, Camellia still tried to resist. But surely no one saw her resistance, or if the people in this room did, they would not think she was protesting, but they thought she was in pain or in fear.

"Poor little girl! Go get some sleep first! Waking up won't hurt anymore."

The old woman's voice whispered softly in Camellia's ear. Before she completely lost consciousness, she felt a warm hand gently stroke her forehead.

The second time Camellia woke up, it was very quiet around her. Except for the very faint beeping from a nearby machine, there was no other sound. Camellia felt she could even hear her own heartbeat. She slowly opened her eyes. The white light on the ceiling made her unable to bear it. She had to close her eyes for a while before slowly opening them again.

Camellia couldn't turn her head yet, but could only roll her eyes around. There was absolutely no one in the range of her eyes. The people in this room have probably already left. The electric lights were on so she couldn't tell if it was day or night. She guessed it was night. Because if it's daytime, there will be some sound anyway. Voices of doctors, nurses, patients or visitors, for example.

Camellia felt a little regret in her heart, but she didn't know what it was. The voice is as soft as the waves of the sea. The kindness of an elderly woman. Or the warm hand caressing her forehead. Not clear anymore. She just felt a bit regretful.

Camellia sighed softly. She tries to rearrange a little of what has just happened.

That night, when all were asleep, the old three-story building of the Homie Orphanage burst into flames. By the time Camellia awoke from suffocation, the entire room in which she and the nineteen other children slept was filled with smoke.

Camellia panicked and opened the door to call for help, but as soon as the door opened, fierce flames rushed in, licking away her hair and a part of her baggy nightgown. She quickly rolled to the floor to put out the fire and then coughed and tried to crawl in to wake the other children.

Not any other child woke up. Nineteen other children of all ages were fast asleep. No one woke up even though Camellia was shaking and calling each person’s name.

Camellia panicked and crawled out of the window, wanting to call for help. But as soon as she pulled back the curtains, she discovered that not only this one building, but all three of the three-story old U-shaped buildings of the orphanage were engulfed in flames. Except for the crackling explosion from the fire, there was almost no other sound. She could not even hear any sound of crying and lamenting.

Camellia smiled faintly. Again. Shasara made fun of her again. She did not understand why she didn't come to mind in the first place. For some reason, she still panicked and crawled in, crying and shaking the other children. For some reason, she did not realize that all of them had fallen asleep and could not wake up again.

Perhaps because life in this orphanage was too good for her, the scene where she was alone in the disaster, even though she had been trained to it, she forgot about it this time.

Camellia turned to look at the nineteen children sleeping on the bed and then back out the window. The building opposite the one she was standing in had collapsed. Still no sound. Still, everything happens in just a few seconds. In the blink of an eye, everything turned to dust. Surely, in just a few seconds, the central building and the whole building she was standing on would have collapsed. Surely, tomorrow morning the whole city will be shocked by not knowing why a fire is so big like that happened, but no one knows.

Camellia didn't bother to look anymore. She turned around, walked one round of the room, casually called other children's names and said goodbye to each, then laid down on the bed that she had slept in for nearly two years, closed her eyes, and waited for the whole house to collapse. If she can disappear together with the smoke this time, that's great!

But everything happened once again according to Shasara's will. Camellia didn't disappear together with the smoke and dust as she would have liked. The morning after the night of the fire, she was found wet, shivering and almost unconscious, lying in the water tank at the entrance of the orphanage. When they lifted her out of the water, she dimly regained consciousness. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the mourning scene of the orphanage after one night. All three buildings have become piles of rubble. Dust and smoke still rose, carrying a dreary burning smell. Firefighters, policemen, medical staff rushed in and out, all of them carrying stress and grief on their faces.

Surely they would not find anyone alive. Camellia knew that. She's too used to this. A few days later, after the police investigation, she will be taken to another orphanage again. She will live a different life, she will be called by a new name again.

“I wonder what name they will find for me this time…”

Camellia thought and then fainted. The policeman who held her in his arms was deeply moved when he saw tears welling out of the corner of her eyes.

While wandering in thought, Camellia was suddenly startled by someone opening the door and entering the room. She was about to close her eyes and pretend to sleep again, but thought for a moment, she stopped. She woke up, she opened her eyes, and now, she wanted to see who had come in.

"Daughter..." The person who had just entered spoke up. It was the old woman's voice that Camellia had heard before falling asleep. “You should have woken up by now. You've been sleeping for so long!"

The woman must not have looked at Camellia to see her open her eyes. She just kept working hard to arrange things while lamenting in a low voice.

"Hello... Madam!" Camellia did not want the woman to continue her monologue, so she talked.

Her voice was hoarse and short of breath, startling herself. She doesn't know how many days she slept, but her voice changed so much. The woman still didn't seem to hear it, so she didn't turn around. Camellia also did not try to talk anymore, but just lay still and watched the woman's figure pacing around the room.

She clearly felt the tip of her finger was covered with a small clip, probably some tracking device. She wanted to lift her hand to look, but the arm was powerless. She tried to move her fingers. The machine above her head beeped continuously, making her slightly startled, and the woman immediately turned and ran to her side.

"Thank God! You are awake." The woman said while she was about to cry. She reached out and pressed the button to call the doctor and then, seemingly not at ease, she ran out the door to call the nurse and then ran back in.

The doctors quickly came to check on Camellia. Perhaps everything was fine, so the tension on their faces quickly dissipated. Until that moment, Camellia realized why she was short of breath just now. In her mouth was a long tube plugged. She sighed softly. She doesn't know why she feels like she's numb. The whole tube was stuck in her mouth without even realizing it.

The doctor talked with the woman for a moment and then left. During the whole process, Camellia did not talk, she also could not talk. Sometimes, when asked by the doctor, she just nodded or shook her head slightly. The woman came to her, looked at her with an affectionate smile, gently stroked her hair, then turned to call to notify a few people that she had regained consciousness.

After lying down for a while, a nurse came to help her untie the messy ropes on her body and kindly asked her if she was in pain, if there was any discomfort. Camellia carefully felt. She feels nothing. Her whole body feels nothing. The nurse said that because she slept for so long, her body had to slowly recover. Camellia didn't feel anything when she heard that either. Even death, she calmly accepted it.

After the nurse left, the elderly woman entered the room and opened the window curtains. Camellia rolled her eyes. Outside, the sun is shining brightly.

"You see, the day you wake up, it's beautiful like this." The woman carefully raised the bed a little higher and spoke softly. “This is a good omen. Your life will definitely be better from now on.”

Camellia didn't answer, just smiled slightly. She also doesn't remember ever having woken up on a sunny day, but she knows, waking up is only to start a new series of boring days in a new orphanage, and she will end up experiencing a new terrible tragedy.