Chapter 8 (1/2)



Chapter 8: Nightmare From Her Last Life (2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Those ugly faces wore hypocritical masks, and they were full of lies. If only she had looked and listened carefully, she would have noticed that these… superficial and dirty things had blinded her. Hence, she only knew about the bloody truth after she died.

What was the truth? It was likened to peeling off the skin to expose the bones, then breaking all of them inch by inch until the pain was… overwhelming. Once she understood it, death was already at her steps…

The pain of having her heart cut out, having her skin peeled off, and having her bones crushed all turned into the word ‘hatred.’

The pain of suffocation was more and more serious, and the darkness became heavier and heavier as a huge vortex sucked in the floating soul…

“I can’t die…” Rong Yan screamed and sat up abruptly from the bed. Her breathing was fast, and there was panic written all over her face. Her originally fair skin was even paler, like a piece of paper that would break apart when jabbed.

The number ’17’ of the desk calendar that was on the bedside table was circled with a black marker.

May 17, 2011. May 17th.

Rong Yan closed her eyes and clenched her fists.

She had returned to two years in the past after she had been reborn two months ago. At this time, her tragedy had not yet begun.

For the past two months, she had the same nightmare almost every night, and it shook her awake every single time. With that, the hatred in her heart grew deeper and deeper.

The sky turned bright outside. Rong Yan used a red marker to circle the number ’18.’

May 18 was a good day to travel and build houses. It was only a month away before her mother would try to sell her off to the perverted old man in her previous life. In a span of a month, she would fight for a way out for herself and would kill whoever dared to stop her.

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Since God gave her a chance to live one more time, she would not let her previous life’s tragedy happen all over again. She wanted to live more reckless and unrestrained than anyone else and never be a puppet in the hands of others.