Her Vengeful Rebirth

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.

Kallum pondered. If Callie still held affection for them,

I never liked them… Otherwise, they

so it couldn’t possibly reflect any form of affection. When she was a child, her father would bring over dresses and dolls, all of

did you hide them here?” Kallum

found something, and her eyes lit up. “Because they’re

whiff of alcohol. Raising an eyebrow slightly, he walked over. At the narrow end, he had no choice

“What is this?”

bottle. She chuckled and said, “I remeinber Mrs. Fairchild once mentioned that on your birthday, you would always

significant tremor stirred within the heart of Kallum when

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and after a moment of struggle, he

again. “But every time I

a sense of loneliness, she reburied the bottle, whispering, “Back then, I buried one bottle per year. I thought I would then give them to you when I had the chance in the

time, humbling himself to touch the soil. He dug slowly, revealing eight or nine bottles, each of

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

bottles.

this many since I was nine years old!” With a satisfied expression, Calista asked somewhat mysteriously, “Do

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

greatly because of alcohol. That’s why he was so furious when my father, under the influence, made a mistake and ended up