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. I 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 time trying 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 I 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 time in Saraville. Come with me!"

Luna frowned but remained silent.

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

After some time,

up, heading to Luna's room. She picked out some nice clothes and a towel for Luna,

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

some clothes and a

You'll see them when you open the door," Abigail replied

slightly, and Luna reached out to

hand. There were new and old scars, some

retreat, it

tend to self-harm when she

Luna came out, she saw Abigail sitting in front of the

over to her and asked

and went to the bathroom to

on the couch as Abigail slowly blow-dried

hair was still very

to get your hair trimmed. How does

many people... They talk

follow me. I'll do the talking." Abigail gently ran her fingers through her hair,

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

ached at her

to love being beautiful and clean, but now she has become like this... The more Abigail pondered her depression, the more her heart ached. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in