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

In the warm room hall, I wrapped myself in a blanket, holding hot water in my hands, shivering.


The gentle military doctor sister comforted me.


"He will never come to harm you again."


"I never thought he would be such a beast."


"Dating both me and my sister... that's bad enough, but he even attacked my family to hog the supplies."


She shook her head helplessly, telling me the harsh truth.


But Bai An drugged them heavily; maybe they will be in a vegetative state or become fools for the rest of their lives...


The next day, I wiped away my tears and got back to work.


In the second month of the extreme cold, I had already dismantled, reassembled, and tuned the radio.


And successfully contacted the country.


Chapter 12