Abigail’s Second Life

Luna glanced at Abigail but remained silent.

Abigail continued, "Once I've dealt with the danger around you and you're feeling better, I'll take you to see her.

Once the drugs have left your system, you'll recover."

"Are you referring to a miraculous doctor?" Luna questioned.

"Luna, you have to believe that Western medicine is not all-powerful, but traditional medicine doctors have a

history of thousands of years. Countless ancestors have continuously experimented, tested, and personally tried

medicines, resulting in the accumulation of their wisdom. If local medicine doesn't work, traditional medicine

doctors definitely can. | have faith in the wisdom of our ancestors," Abigail said confidently.

Luna looked at her, slightly moved. However, she soon showed a sense of defeat again. "It's enough if Larry is

cured. Why are you wasting ttrying to save me?"

Abigail knew that Luna was suffering from depression, and nothing she said would help. After all, her illness

prevented her from finding interest in anything, including hope.

After Abigail had tidied up the room, it was almost dark. The room was so dirty, filled with garbage. She was

exhausted, and her back ached.

"Go take a bath and wash your hair. I'll take you out for dinner," Abigail said to Luna as she sat on the now clean

couch.

"Why do | need to bathe and wash my hair? You can bring the food back." Luna resisted the idea of going out.

Abigail looked at her and said, "I want to go for a walk. It's my first tin Saraville. Cwith me!"

Luna frowned but remained silent.

She had taken all the necessary medication under Abigail's care at noon. Thus, her mood was slightly better than

in the morning. Abigail wouldn't have asked her to go out if it had been like the morning. "Con. Let's go."

Abigail moved closer to her and gently shook her arm.

Luna's expression went from conflicted to troubled. After stime, she finally got up and walked towards the

bathroom.

Abigail noticed that Luna hadn't even brought a towel or clothes with her. She sighed and got up, heading to

Luna's room. She picked out snice clothes and a towel for Luna, placing them on the chair by the bathroom

door.

After Luna finished her bath, she realized she hadn't brought anything. She had been like this before, forgetting

to bring clothes and a towel into the bathroom. Then, she simply stopped bathing.

"I need sclothes and a towel," Luna called from the bathroom.

"They're at the bathroom door. You'll see them when you open the door," Abigail replied loudly.

The bathroom door opened slightly, and Luna reached out to grab her clothes.

Abigail noticed many scars on her hand. There were new and old scars, seven freshly scabbed.

As she watched Luna take the clothes and retreat, it took her a while to return to her senses.

Did Luna tend to self-harm when she was alone?

When Luna cout, she saw Abigail sitting in front of the couch, looking upset.

"What's wrong?" Luna walked over to her and asked softly.

"Nothing, I'll dry your hair." Abigail got up and went to the bathroom to get a hairdryer.

Luna lay on the couch as Abigail slowly blow-dried her hair.

Her hair was still very soft after it was dried.

"After dinner, I'll take you to get your hair trimmed. How does that sound?" Abigail asked.

"There will be way too many people... They talk too much." Luna was somewhat resistant.

"You don't have to talk. Just follow me. I'll do the talking." Abigail gently ran her fingers through her hair, trying

to sound as gentle as possible.

Luna was a bit annoyed, but she chose to compromise in the end. "Fine. Whatever you say."

Abigail's heart ached at her reaction.

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In the evening, Abigail made an effort to take Luna out as much as possible to divert her attention.

Upon their return, Luna's mood had improved slightly. She impulsively purchased several antiques that caught

her eye at first glance. While this served as a temporary distraction, it also prevented her from fixating on her

illness.

"This jade appears to be authentic. Do you think we may have stumbled upon a treasure?" Luna asked Abigail

excitedly.

"If you like it, | can find someone to carve it into something you adore. What do you think?" Abigail responded

with a smile.

Upon hearing these words, Luna suddenly lost interest. "I don't like it that much. Do you think it's a valuable

piece?"

"I'm not well-versed in jade. Why don't we have it appraised?" Abigail suggested.

"Forget it. It's too much trouble to have it appraised," Luna dismissed, proceeding to play with her newly

acquired bracelet.

The bracelet was crafted from petrified wood and was quite exquisite.

As she put it on, her attention gradually shifted from the bracelet to the scars on her arm. Gazing at the wounds,

she began to drift off into her thoughts.

"Luna," Abigail gently shook her.

Luna stared at the scars on her hand, slowly returning to reality. She murmured, "Why do | always contemplate

death?"

"Stop dwelling on it." Abigail embraced her, her voice filled with emotion. "Luna, stop thinking about it. I'll be

here with you during this time, alright?"

"No... You can't always be by my side. If you're constantly with me, how will they cout? How will they reveal

themselves? If this continues, we'll never catch the culprits." Luna started to ramble. Abigail held her tightly and

said, "Luna, stop thinking about it!"