Chapter 1: Handsome-Male Chasing Girl (2/2)

In the evening, the girl on the bed slowly moved her fingers, seemingly about to awaken.

“Claire!” Katherine, who had been staying next to her all this time, cried her name out joyfully, grabbing the hand of the girl on the bed.

The girl on the bed slowly opened her eyes but didn’t speak.

“Claire, how do you feel? Let me see,” Katherine asked eagerly as she happily supported the girl up.

But the person on the bed still didn’t speak. Katherine hugged her with small sobs. No one was willing to visit Claire, her darling child, even though she was knocked unconscious in an accident. Not even her grandfather, father, or brother after arriving home, visited her once. The unjust treatment pained her.

The pretty blonde girl on the bed opened her eyes, looked coldly at her surroundings. For a moment, her eyes showed a sliver of confusion but disappeared quickly, replaced by a cold, profound look.

“Claire, how do you feel? Dizzy? Hungry?” Kathleen asked, concerned, while suppressing tears.

The young girl looked at her reflection in the beautiful woman’s irises, immediately understanding. She replied quietly, “Yes, I am a bit hungry.”

“Ok, Claire, just a moment, I’ll call people to send food.” Katherine, delighted,stood up quickly but wobbled because she had sat too long. Immediately, a force propped up her elbow soshe wouldn’t fall. Katherine looked back and saw Claire’s peaceful face. Was it Claire? The thought passed briefly through her mind but she thought nothing of it. She hastened out the door to the waiting maids.

The young girl on the bed looked around slowly, taking inthe unfamiliar surroundings, squinting, her eyes cold and piercing. She smirked ever so slightly, almost unnoticeably. It was a truly cold look.

It seems I’m truly dead and my soul has traveled to this foreign world. Based on these elaborate decorations, my new family is both rich and powerful.

Claire Hill. Was this the name of the previous owner of the body? The person on the bed with cold eyes massaged her temples gently. Her head hurt so much it felt like it would split while the past memories of the body began to combine with her own.

The more memories surfaced, the stranger her facial expression became, because the memories had such limited information. Most were memories of beautiful men,all chaotic and useless. The only useful piece of information was that her family seemed to be very prominent in its country.

The young lady’s eyes became slits as she let out a long breath.

Claire Hill. The lady lowered her head slowly. This will be my name from now on.

1. [Dou Qi literally means fighting energy but it makes more sense to leave it as is like other web novel translations.]