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

The sudden temperature drop was very unexpected.


I was woken up by the sound of banging on the door.


Han Xuan, teeth chattering from the cold, hurried to my room, "Sis, are you okay? Are you still awake?"


The reason he had this doubt was because of the persistent character portrayal I've maintained over the past ten days.


A character who has been abused for many years, resulting in poor health.


Of course, I wouldn't leave myself to freeze.


So I opened the door, shook my head, and coughed twice.


Han Xuan rubbed his arms and complained, "It's only October, and I went out for a morning run, only to be frozen back halfway. The weather is too bizarre."


"Could it be that the apocalypse is really coming?"


He was just speaking mindlessly, complaining casually.


But little did he know it was about to come true.


Everyone in the family was awakened by the cold and turned on the air conditioner in advance.


Chapter 7