An, who is immortal, has magical beauty and can travel through time, came to a city called Karamachiza this time.
Fortunately for her, the place where she was renovated was a clinic. The male owner of the clinic lost his wife that day and was still willing to take her in. In return, An Ziran took on the responsibility of taking care of her three children.
An: One boy and two girls are both good children. It would be better if their relationship does not deteriorate when they grow up.
After coming to this world, Mr. An felt that her shoulders were heavy, and she still had to ask her husband to help with diagnosis and treatment. She had to go to a big hospital to have a look, and the director personally received her. The efficacy is just that, but the service is better. Later, the host's friend gave An a massager, and her condition got much better, so An didn't go to the hospital often.
An: Dr. Ishida, I did not request a home visit.
The clinic is open for business. Although the male owner always says that he doesn't need An's help, An still lends a hand when he is too busy. It is inevitable to encounter strange customers.
An: Mr. Shunshui, Mr. Ukitake is here again, please control it.
The more An An lives his life, the more he feels that something is not right about the world. The little boy at home always said that he saw "spirits", and An thought it was probably true. She often had ghosts on her bed, and when she was asleep, she would occasionally see a little girl with pink hair under the quilt, and a big man next to the bed.
An: If you weren't cute enough, the big guy would look like a human.
An didn't like to go out very much, but she had to pick up and drop off her children. There were too many chats and she was tired of dealing with them.
An: Hello, Mr. Aizen, Mr. Hirako, Mr. Nirvana, Mr. Urahara... I don't have time for tea. Let's talk next time.
I finally raised my child up, and during adolescence I had a particularly good relationship with a female classmate, who also had the same problem as Mr. Ukitake.
An: Kuchiki-san, you are sticking too tight.
An thought her life would continue like this. Although the people she met had their own quirks, her life was generally good. Who would have thought that she would inexplicably end up in a place with only dark night, moonlight, white desert and white buildings. She thought there were no ghosts, but something was indeed disturbing her sleep. At three or four in the morning, she kept hearing people talking, many people. Finally one day, An was sleepy to the extreme and felt as if she was about to die suddenly. She saw a room full of people in white, including some acquaintances.
An: Mr. Aizen, can you just tell me what you want to do? What kind of devil are you with sleep deprivation?
The children raised by themselves are good, and they know how to look for her, but this image is a bit...
An: I haven't seen you for a while. My child has become Abi.
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Purpose: Maintain mental stability
