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

I practically burst into tears as I rushed downstairs, throwing myself into Lin Ningmei's arms.


In just a few days, with shared hardships, Lin Ningmei had barely developed a mother-daughter bond with me.


She looked worried and slightly anxious.


"Xiao Shuang, why are you crying like this?"


Choking and gritting my teeth, I pointed at Han Xiao.


No one expected that I would suddenly choose to act out at this moment.


Han Xiao seemed as if she had grasped some leverage, forcing herself to show a heartbroken expression.


"Xiao Shuang, I didn't expect that you, having kept silent, would choose this moment to erupt."


"I know you hate me for stealing your life, but if you make me leave now, wouldn't that be taking my life?"


Han Haotian was also somewhat displeased.


To him, apart from himself, everyone else was an outsider.


Just with varying degrees of closeness.


And now, in this situation, I was causing a fuss.


Chapter 9