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.

still held affection for them, he could provide her with a

never liked them… Otherwise, they wouldn’t be here now.”

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

did you

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

walked over. At the narrow

“What is this?”

that on your birthday, you would always take the day off to enjoy some alcohol all by yourself. Apparently, you’ve been doing this

the heart of Kallum when he

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a moment of

excited face fell once again. “But every time I went to see you on your birthday, you

reburied the bottle, whispering, “Back then, I buried one bottle per year.

to touch the soil.

it was as if his voice was

bottles.

old!” With a satisfied expression, Calista asked somewhat mysteriously, “Do you know the kind of risk I

glance outside the cave, as if anticipating a stern old man to appear any second.

our house! My grandpa, in his youth, had suffered greatly because of alcohol. That’s why he was so furious when my father, under the influence, made a mistake and ended