Her Vengeful Rebirth

Chapter 171

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 room filled with dolls and

liked them… Otherwise,

form of affection. When she was a child, her father would bring over

like them? Then why did you

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

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

“What is this?”

Fairchild once mentioned that on

of Kallum when he

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

once again. “But every time I

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

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

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

bottles.

expression, Calista asked somewhat mysteriously, “Do you know the kind of risk

glance outside the cave, as if anticipating a stern old

why he was so furious

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