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

As soon as Han Xiao entered, she said with a hint of overacting, "Xiao Shuang, not to be judgmental, but your boyfriend came all the way here to see you. Why didn't you go to pick him up?"


I was taken aback for a moment, stood up, and looked at Bai An, who walked in with Han Xiao.


I sighed helplessly and said, "Sister, Bai An is indeed my boyfriend, but... he's just a boyfriend, that's all."


I looked at the two of them with a bit of reproach.


"Bai An, why didn't you send me a message when you got here?"


"Sister, no matter what, this is our house. Either of our boyfriends coming should first be mentioned to Mom and Dad."


"And you..." I looked at Bai An's empty hands, frowning, "Bai An, if you came to see me, you should have told me first."


"If you were coming to meet my mom and dad, you should have brought a gift."


Chapter 6