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

The third month of the extreme cold apocalypse.


Cause of death: Han Xuan pushed me down the stairs, breaking my leg, and then Han Xiao extinguished my charcoal brazier at night, opened the window, and froze me to death.


During these three months, the Han Family had ample food and water almost every day.


Except at the very beginning, by now, nobody is grateful to me.


I naturally knew this outcome, so I'm not disappointed at all.


From that day on, Bai An had been wary of me.


Neither of them knew how I knew everything.


But they were all agitated by my vague words.


Yet they didn't dare to gather together, fearing they might leave real evidence.


Never having experienced hunger or cold, none of the Han Family members, including Bai An, had thoughts of murder.


Calculating the time coldly, just waiting for the perfect moment to act immediately.


Chapter 10