Her Rebirth of Retribution

Chapter 356 Do Not Play With Things Like That

So Calista played the role of a clown. Was it because she had been a clown in her past life? Was he trying to help her understand her past?

Kallum abruptly halted in his tracks, his heart throbbing incessantly. The suffocating feeling was a result of his speculations.

Even if Callie had worked in an amusement park in her previous life, she didn't know magic or acrobatics. She wasn't disabled, so she couldn't rely on sympathy drawn from a disability or earn money by selling candy. She couldn't even show her face. So even if she had dressed up as a clown, how was she supposed to make money?

Unexpectedly, Kallum turned around, sprinting toward a spot he had previously run past.

In the midst of a vast sandy expanse stood a solitary figure surrounded by a throng of people. Each of them held a variety of colorful paint packets in their hands, which they then hurled unmercifully at the lone individual in the sand.

This was a place for venting emotions, where the price of a packet of paint ranged from a few bucks to twenty. Yet, it was capable of leaving vivid, colorful marks on anyone in the sandbox.

Moreover, the sensation of pain differed with each packet of pigment that struck the body, providing a sort of sadistic pleasure.

People could hide in the sand, but under the relentless assault of the crowd, layers upon layers of paint accumulated on her body. Her face, adorned with the makeup of a clown, wore a fixed smile. This created the illusion that no matter how much she was hit, she was always smiling. This only fueled the dissatisfaction of the spectators, who purchased even harder paint packets to throw at her.

silent regardless of how much she was pummeled. She stumbled several times, yet she simply stood back up and continued to evade, further igniting the challenger's desire to provoke. A myriad of colors exploded around her, and her clown-like smile was truly iconic, her eyes outshining

handsome, interested in joining the justice alliance to drive away the wicked clown? I've got a variety of weapons here. Ink packets hurt the most, but they're also the most expensive! Twenty-one in total. I also have paint packets, and colored water packets,

stall owner, sporting clown makeup, was cheerfully pitching his wares

In a sudden fit of madness, he pushed through the crowd and

Fairchild family appeared one after another, intervening to prevent the so-called "justice

as if saying, "You've finally found me." Suddenly, Kallum's eyes welled up with tears. He reached out to wipe her face, but how could he erase the

"Why?"

his eyes filled with confusion. He had rushed over at a glance earlier because he believed that Calista wouldn't allow

how I made a living

my life. But in the end, a powerful longing drew me back to this city. I had nothing left then. Being alive under the same sky as you was the only faith theld onto in my despair. Kallum, can you feel it? My love for you is so deep that I

chest, her face radiating pure bliss and contentment. It was as if

Ingram family were after me. To avoid causing trouble for my godmother, I didn't seek your help. That's why I became the clown in the old city district, forever in makeup, earning a living through the venting

has etched my inferiority deep

oblivious to

don't want to know