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

Just like in the past life, he wanted to push me down.


But in the end, the one who fell was him, not me.


I had anticipated this, so I wasn't disappointed at all.


A few days of emotional bonding couldn't compare to over ten years.


As long as Han Xiao cried a bit more, confided a bit more, and took these months to cultivate their relationship, Han Xuan's heart was pulled back by Han Haotian.


Adding to that the last time I "slandered," Han Xuan completely forgot that he's still alive because of the supplies I've stored.


But this time, it's still a bit different from the past life.


The place where I fell last time was flat.


But this time, the place was cluttered with various debris.


With one smack, it carved a long scar, his brain matter nearly spilling out.


Han Xiao was eagerly waiting for a good show, but instead, let out a terrified scream.


Chapter 11