"Clara, where are you? I miss you so much," muttered Janice.
Her eyes were closed throughout, but she kept calling Clara's name.
When approaching the end of her life, she called out for Clara, who was on her mind day and night.
She was the woman who brought her up.
Charlotte was startled and she felt like crying.
She always knew that Janice was a good girl.
Having thought of that, Charlotte exhaled deeply. She uttered, "Janice, it's me, Clara." Janice's eyelashes trembled rapidly.
Her mind was fuzzy because of Virus A, so she could not hear the inaccuracy in Charlotte's voice.
