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.

pondered. If Callie still held affection for them, he could provide her with a

never liked them… Otherwise, they wouldn’t

father would bring over dresses and dolls, all of which her grandfather would throw away. She had to

them? Then why did you hide them here?” Kallum asked.

eyes lit

At the narrow end, he had no choice but to crouch

“What is this?”

gleaming with satisfaction as she carefully unearthed a small bottle. She chuckled and said, “I remeinber Mrs. Fairchild once mentioned that on your birthday,

the heart of Kallum when he heard those

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lips, and after a moment of struggle, he asked,

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

sense of loneliness, she reburied the bottle, whispering, “Back then, I buried one bottle per year. I thought I would

fiercely. He reached out, for the first time, humbling himself to touch the soil. He dug slowly, revealing

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

bottles.

old!” With a satisfied expression, Calista asked somewhat

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

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