Are you okay?

"Good."

"Sure that's all?" teased Louis, looking at Glara, who turned her face away. "Actually, you two match. Grandpa would certainly approve."

"Oh, come on, Grandpa. Glara, let's go inside," Glara deliberately avoided Louis; she agreed with his words, but she was afraid and embarrassed to admit it.

Minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days. It had been over a week since they stayed in the villa. Glara's foot had also improved significantly. The psychological condition of Gama was gradually getting better. The boy was getting closer to Bhuvi; they often spent time together, cycling in the afternoon, painting together, or even swimming.

Today was Gama's schedule for a check-up at the hospital. Since morning, Glara had been getting ready with her clothes and Gama's. At exactly eight in the morning, Glara came out of the room with Gama by her side.

"Grandpa isn't coming?" G