After waking up, Luna broke down and tried to commit suicide several times, but I stopped her.

She kept running away from reality and some sort of self-defense mechanism altered her original memories.

Subconsciously, if she had listened to her parents and married Nolan, neither her parents nor our daughters would have died.

...

I was a villain who took her from Nolan, and she hated my guts.

Fortunately, the doctor said that as time went by, she would overcome this hurdle and recover.

So I had been taking her for treatment.

And I insisted on telling her about our past over and over again.

Because I rushed into the fire many times and stayed in the smoke for too long, all my internal organs were damaged.

I had been struggling because I couldn't give Luna up.

She hurt me many times.

At first, Camila was afraid that I would dislike Luna, and warned me more than once not to be a scumbag.

Later, Luna kept running away from reality and was much meaner to me.

Camila started asking me to send Luna to the mental hospital.

But I knew Luna was not sick.

She would get better.

"Where is Luna?"

I didn't know how to answer Camila. I looked around and didn't see Luna.

I got up anxiously.

Camila pressed me back onto the bed. "She fell asleep. I took her home."

"The doctor said that if the wound was a little deeper, you would be dead. Why bother with her?"

When I heard that Luna was not here, I suddenly felt hopeless.

I lay back on the bed and stopped talking.

Camila sighed, "Alright, I know Luna is the most important person in your heart!"

"I have already made inquiries about what you need. Dr. Green will come here next month and she is very interested in Luna's condition. I will help you contact her."

I opened my eyes and looked at her sincerely. "Thank you."

After staying in the hospital for a few days, I was still worried about Luna.

I asked Camila to help me with the discharge procedures.

As soon as I opened the door, a bucket of cold water poured down on me, making me feel chilled to the bone.

The whole living room was in a mess.

The floor was littered with broken glass.

Luna stood on the stairs, looking at me triumphantly, her arms crossed.

I smiled at her and said, "Luna, it seems like you have been busy these days."

Her triumphant expression froze.

Then Luna picked up a vase angrily and threw it at me.

It came flying at my chest.

The wound on my back, which had been hit, split open and I staggered.