“The bone is not hurt, so the wound will heal soon.” The doctor advised, “but these days, the patient should keep the wound away from water and he can’t eat spicy food…”

Francis was moved seeing Zora was listening and noting what the doctor said carefully. He said to her, “I feel this accident is worthy.”

Zora replied, “Nonsense!” She put down the pen and turned around to him. She found he was looking at her smilingly. She felt shy and uttered, “Don’t be this way, or I will not care about you.”

“Zora, do you mind my calling you this way?” Francis asked.

“Francis, we are friends.” She didn’t give him a direct answer.

Francis replied, “I know you love Sam. Now that he made you upset…”

“You have no right to mention him.” Zora stood up suddenly and said, “I have something to do. I must go now.”

“Zora! Remember our work on Monday.” Francis was glad to see her off. He read the notice Zora wrote on the paper just now. he was happy and smiled.

This Japan trip was rewarding. At first, he took Sam as his opponent. It seemed now he and Zora had trouble. So he didn’t need to feel guilty about it now.

Francis’ agent hurried to his ward. Francis waved his hand and said, “I am all right, but what was the matter about the accident?”

“That driver drank some wine. He is now in the police station. Don’t worry. I’ll settle everything about it. But how about your wound? How about the MV on Monday?” The agent asked.

Francis smiled indifferently, “It doesn’t matter at all for this little wound.”

Zora got home tired. Erin called. She asked, “Zora, how’s the trip to Japan?” Zora didn’t want to talk about it. She sighed and answered, “I am at home.”

Erin was surprised and asked, “Why did you come back so early? That night, I found Sam care about you so much that he Seemed to almost swallow you up.”

“Then why did you send me to the tiger so cruelly?” Zora was annoyed thinking about what happened in Japan.

Erin stopped talking about the topic. She asked suddenly, “Zora, is the news true about you happening in the airport?”

“Yes.”

“No wonder you left Sam.” Erin could not help laughing. Then she asked, “Zora, you’ve run after Sam for many years. Haven’t you ever thought about changing another boyfriend?”

“… …” Zora doubted whether Erin had read the news at the very beginning.

Erin went on speaking, “I find Francis cares about you very much. You said you love Sam, but are you happy these years?”

Zora could not answer this simple question.

Erin got what she wanted and hung up the phone. She knew Zora well. She was a rebellious person. She liked to act in opposition to others.

Zora went to the bathroom and dipped herself into the tub. She asked herself whether her feeling to Sam was persistence or love.

Their plane was to take off at nine AM. Because of Francis’ fame, Zora and the team went through a special passage to enter their first-class cabin.

“Miss Qiao, this is the content of our MV. You can read it first.” Francis smiled brightly. He looked very gentle.

Zora loved it. Facing his smile, she felt easier than before. She asked, “How is your wound?”

Francis raised his hands and said, “All right. There will be no problem at all in making our MV.”

Yesterday’s displeasure between them seemed to disappear completely.

On the paper, it was the detailed content of the MV. Zora read it carefully. She was grateful for Francis’ consideration because he had marked every place that she should pay attention to.

Francis was sitting beside her, gazing at her smilingly and affectionately.

He told her in a low voice, “I am here ready for your questions.”

Zora smiled and answer him, “It is very detailed. You must have spent a lot of time on it.”

Francis replied shily, “No. Actually it is the writer who has done a lot of jobs on it.”

The plane arrived in Paris. People waiting there sent them directly to their hotel. There happened to be a scene at dusk in their MV, so Zora put down her luggage and immediately followed the group to come to the River Seine.

The golden yellow twilight was like embroidered tulle covering the sparkling river surface. On either side of the river were buildings of Balote style. Foreign pedestrians were passing by. It was full of exoticism.

This was the first scene that she should walk by the riverside, while Francis was sitting there singing to her with a guitar.

Zora had a fine face and an exquisite figure protruding both forward and backward. In front of the camera, she was no less than a popular star.

“Very good!” the director was very satisfied to read the picture. He gave more directions to her, “Miss Qiao, change the position of your hand. Yes, this way. Well done!”

Actually they had finished their planned work, but the photographer could not help taking more videos facing such a good work. The team had prepared to have extra work. They didn’t expect Zora could be so free in front of the camera, no less than a professional model.

On the riverside, breeze blew up gently. Her silky hair was swaying. Her eyes were bright like stars in the sky. Her pink lips compressed into a beautiful line. Her long straight legs were in a grey lattice skirt with a white blouse above it. At the collar of the blouse was a bowknot. She was so beautiful that she was the first love goddess in the hearts of thousands of men.

Francis was fascinated and forgot what he should act. Unexpectedly, this was photographed. The photographer was very pleased and praised him, “Yes, this eyesight full of love is just what I want! Well done, Francis!”

Next, the photographer began to take the video of Francis playing the guitar.

Today, Francis made brown curled hair. He was wearing a jacket. He sang there with a guitar. Many foreign girls were attracted by him. Zora sat there quietly watching. She found his hair style matched him making him look like a little Teddy, so cute…. But how about his wound? She began to worry about him.