Ember Wilde

I died in the third month of the extreme cold.
Wearing thin clothes, my face covered with frost, my corpse frozen stiff.
After death, I saw my family whom I cared about deeply, all gathered around the murderer.
My father said, “Don’t be afraid, it’s not your fault she died.”
My mother said, “Our dear girl suffered, but it’s okay, I still have you, who is even more like a daughter than my real one.”
My brother said, “That woman is finally dead, I only recognize you as my sister!”
My boyfriend said, “Now we can finally be together openly.”
In overwhelming grief and anger, I opened my eyes, only to return to the day I was brought back home.

The Extreme Cold Strikes: I Play the Fake Daughter's Family to Death

She had known she was a fake heiress for seven or eight years by then.


Her biological parents came to her, making her realize how degrading her real family was and how disgusting her real parents were.


Han Xiao deeply hated that she was the daughter of that couple instead of her father, Han Haotian, and her mother, Lin Ningmei.


So from that moment on, she decided she must conceal her identity well.


Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned.


As she grew older, Han Xiao looked less and less like the family.


Although Han Haotian was already older, he was exceptionally handsome, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, truly dashing.


Lin Ningmei, naturally warm, had delicate white skin and gracefully arched willow-leaf eyebrows, making her almond eyes appear even softer.


Han Xuan inherited his father's charming eyes and his mother's oval face.


Chapter 3