Chen Xuan wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but when this ability returned to Abigail, he caught a subtle change on her face.
It was clearly not the joy of regaining something lost, but neither could it be called sadness.
Perhaps wistfulness was the more fitting description.
It was like setting off again after a brief rest during a long journey. Even if continuing onward was more important, people would still be reluctant to let go of the ease they had felt while resting.
Perhaps she had hoped to cast off this ability.
The change vanished in an instant. Abigail quickly returned to her usual calm demeanor, then began chatting with Honglian about the past.
They chatted for over an hour.
Chen Xuan also heard quite a few old stories about the Agency.
For example, the Agency's largest source of manpower was local shelters and orphanages—they invested vast resources into charity so they could recruit children with difficult lives as soon as possible. Even if those children never awakened abilities, they could still become ordinary agents through examinations and obtain stable jobs.
From that perspective, the Agency really was doing a great good deed.
At the very least, it was a hundred times better than those institutions that claimed to be shelters while actually selling people as merchandise.
When it was time to part, Honglian took a small red box from her shoulder bag and handed it to Abigail.
"What's this?" Abigail took it curiously.
"A gift for you." Honglian curled her lips. "I was going to give it to you when we met, but then you made me mad."
"Sorry." Abigail opened the box and took out what was inside—a pair of earrings. A green cat's-eye gemstone the size of a pinky fingernail hung from the end of