Ré Venceli Rebirth

Chapter 171 The Perfect Cover

Calista was a bit dared by his words, and it seemed she didit quite understand. She pursed her lips, insisting om ber point, yelline. “You don’t like me!

“You” Kallun glared at her, only to see her looking back at him defiantly, her eyes red and sparkling. much like a stubbom linle bene. #hy am I men berthering to anese tenke little draskand?

Kallum let out a sigh, deeiding to sidestep the topic. “What did you bring nie here for! The house has been burnt down, and there’s nothing left. What do we do nove?”

With her lower lip caught between her teeth, Calista muttered a few words and led him further up the hill To their surprise, they stumbled upon a small cave in the hillside, into which she promptly crawled.

Kallum found it anmising. As a child, Calista was raised by her grandparents, a pair of traditional old folks They brought her up just like an ancient maiden, with rules and expectations for every word and action. It was hard to imagine that she had such a secret hideout when she was little.

Upon entering, a variety of items were scattered on the ground. There were worn–out rag dolls, little dresses adorned with lace, and so on. Meanwhile, Calista was rummaging through the stuff on the floor

“Is this where you spent your childhood?” he asked.

Without looking back, Calista responded, “Yeah, my grandpa didn’t like it when I played with dolls, nor did he approve of me wearing those short dresses…”

Kallum suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for her. As a child, she had to learn so much, her days were filled with exhaustion, and she had little time to herself.

held affection for them, he

liked them… Otherwise, they wouldn’t

When she was a child, her father would bring

why did you

and her eyes lit up. “Because they’re the perfect

over. At the narrow

“What is this?”

carefully unearthed a small bottle. She chuckled and said, “I remeinber Mrs. Fairchild once mentioned that on your

tremor stirred within the heart of Kallum when he heard

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after a moment of struggle, he asked, “So…. Is this the birthday gift you prepared for

I went to see you on

“Back then, I buried one bottle per year. I thought I would then give them to you when I had the

reached out, for the first time, humbling himself to touch the soil. He dug slowly, revealing eight or nine bottles, each of a different size.

wanted to say something, but it was as if his voice was stuck. Only

bottles.

old!” With a satisfied expression,

leaned in to speak, she cast a sidelong glance outside the cave, as if anticipating a stern old

because of alcohol. That’s why he was so furious when my father, under

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