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

Lin Ningmei naturally wouldn't have any objections to the suggestion I made.


The reason I specifically told her was just to further highlight my sense of existence and to evoke a bit of pity.


Han Xiao said with dissatisfaction from the side, "It's not like there's no food at home, Xiao Shuang, you don't have to bring your original family habits here."


Isn't Han Xiao just delivering himself to me?


The gazes from those around seemed confused, seemed disdainful, but I just lowered my head, meek and obedient.


"Because in the past, I often couldn't get enough to eat. I was often locked up and left hungry, so I've developed the habit of hoarding some fast food to avoid stomach pains when it matters."


Lin Ningmei, naturally, couldn't bear it.


After all, she is her biological daughter.


She directly said to Han Xiao, "Xiaoxiao, you and Xiao Shuang should get along well, Xiao Shuang is your sister."


Chapter 4