Chapter 93

Luna White returned to the village in surprisingly good condition. Her recovery was so swift that even Andrew Smith was secretly astonished. Compared to her last episode, this time she had regained her composure in mere moments.

Luna herself noticed something unusual. When Andrew held her, a warm current flowed into her body, dispelling the bone-chilling cold. The comfort was so immediate that she didn’t even shiver before returning to normal. She couldn’t help but glance at Andrew a few more times.

Was there something special about him that could counteract the side effects of her supernatural ability?

But neither of them had time to dwell on it now. Besides, it was a private matter—who would bother keeping it in mind?

Meanwhile, the Clark household was in chaos. When the military jeep brought Lily Clark back, she was carried inside on a stretcher. Clara Clark, who had been lying in bed with a high fever, sprang up the moment she heard her daughter had returned, showing no trace of illness.

Mayor George Clark had already instructed Paul Jackson and the others to stick to the story that Lily had fallen off a cliff and been rescued. This matter had to be kept secret, or Lily’s reputation would be ruined. The people from Shilipu would surely keep quiet too—after all, spreading such news would benefit no one.

Villagers who heard about the mayor’s daughter falling down the mountain came by to check on her. Seeing that she was fine, they went back home to sleep. It was the middle of the night, and since it wasn’t their own family’s business, their concern only went so far.

Once the crowd dispersed, Lily was carried into her room. Clara and Luna stayed by her bedside while the others waited in the main room. Now that she was back, everyone could finally relax.

"Luna, is she really alright?" Clara whispered, her eyes fixed on her daughter’s pale face. When she heard about Lily’s severe blood loss, she had nearly fainted. An unmarried girl suffering lasting damage—how could that be?

"Don’t worry, Auntie. Physically, she’s fine. She just needs to replenish her blood—eat more red dates and liver. The real issue is her mental state..." Before Luna could finish, Lily suddenly opened her eyes.

"Mom, why are you crying?" Lily murmured groggily.

Clara immediately grabbed her daughter’s hand. "Lily! You’re finally awake! Do you feel any discomfort? Let Luna check you—"

Then Lily remembered her foolish actions. Her gaze shifted to Luna standing beside her—the same Luna she had always looked down on, the meek and timid Luna.

"What are you doing here?" Lily snapped.

Luna couldn’t be bothered to argue. "Auntie, I’ll head back now. I’ll visit Lily another day." She had been exhausted all day, and tomorrow she planned to visit her eldest sister.

Clara wanted to see her out but couldn’t bear to leave her daughter. "George, Luna’s leaving—get her a flashlight!"

Andrew stood up. "Mayor, rest easy. I’ll walk Luna home—it’s on my way."

Everyone in the village knew about their relationship. George nodded. "Then we’ll trouble you, Captain Smith."

The night was pitch-black, without even a single streetlamp in the village. Andrew walked ahead with the flashlight while Luna followed silently. When they reached her home, the gate was tightly locked.

"Key," Andrew turned and held out his hand.

Flustered, Luna fished the key from her pocket and handed it to him.

Not only did Andrew unlock the gate, but he also helped tidy up inside. Before leaving, he reminded her, "Lock the door. If anything happens, come find me anytime. I’m your fiancé—if the sky falls, I’ll hold it up for you."

Luna froze. Their engagement...

"Um..."

"Tomorrow I’ll bring you money and food stamps. You’ll need to prepare a lot for school. I’ll buy your train ticket—when do you plan to leave?" Andrew continued without waiting for her response.

"That’s not necessary. I’m visiting my sister tomorrow..." Luna quickly refused. She didn’t want to owe him anything—after all, she had no intention of actually marrying him.

Andrew paused mid-step. "I’ll bring the money at noon tomorrow. If you’re not here, I’ll leave it with the mayor." Then he stood outside the door, unmoving.

Luna blinked in confusion.

"Close the door," the flashlight beam flickered across her face.

"Oh..." Luna hurriedly shut the door. So he had been waiting to make sure she locked it before leaving.

This Andrew—he was considerate, but also incredibly stubborn. Her earlier refusal might as well have been spoken to the wind.

Shaking her head, Luna washed up briefly and lay down. It seemed she wouldn’t be visiting her sister tomorrow after all. She’d go the day after.

The memory of her sister falling off a cliff while searching for her in her past life still made her heart ache like a knife twisting inside.