Because of Joshua's appearance, Luna who had been i n pain the entire day, finally received a painkiller.
When the medicine took effect, the pain faded, and Luna was finally able to lie on the bed, quietly looking at her smashed little finger. The finger that originally belonged to her now hung from her hand lifelessly, like a piece of decor. Luna remembered the words that the man said that morning when he smashed her finger. "Boss said, one finger a day. The number of fingers she can preserve depends on how long Mr.
Lynch wants her to stay here.”
She looked at her fingers sadly. After staying here for ten days, would she become completely disabled? But who knew that her hands were capable of creating world-class jewelry designs...
At that moment, the door to her hospital ward opened. Joshua stood there, sorrow and despair written clearly on his face. Hearing noises from the entrance, Luna paused and turned toward the door unconsciously. Immediately, she saw the tall and lean man.
Previously when she saw him, her mind was addled from the pain. She rejected him and even asked him t o leave...
But now, when she saw him again, she climbed off her bed and smiled sweetly at him. "Joshua."
Seeing the smile on Luna's face, Joshua's entire body
stiffened for a second. How long had she not smiled at him like this? How long had she not called him by his name?
How nice it would be if she was not mentally ill...
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