Her Vengeful Rebirth

Chapter 356 Do Not Play With Things Like That

So Calista played the role of a clown. Was it because she had been a clown in her past life? Was he trying to help her understand her past?

Kallum abruptly halted in his tracks, his heart throbbing incessantly. The suffocating feeling was a result of his speculations.

Even if Callie had worked in an amusement park in her previous life, she didn’t know magic or acrobatics. She wasn’t disabled, so she couldn’t rely on sympathy drawn from a disability or earn money by selling candy. She couldn’t even show her face. So even if she had dressed up as a clown, how was she supposed to make money!

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In the midst of a vast sandy expanse stood a solitary figure surrounded by a throng of people. Each of them held a variety of colorful paint packets in their hands, which they then hurled unmercifully at the lone individual in the sand.

This was a place for venting emotions, where the price of a packet of paint ranged from a few bucks to twenty. Yet, it was capable of leaving vivid, colorful marks on anyone in the sandbox.

differed with each packet of pigment that struck the

the sand, but under the relentless assault of the crowd, layers upon layers of paint accumulated on her body. Her face, adorned with the makeup of a clown, wore a fixed smile. This created the illusion that no matter how much she was hit, she was always smiling. This only fueled the

continued to evade, further igniting the challenger’s desire to provoke. A myriad of colors exploded around her, and her clown–like smile was

I’ve got a variety of weapons here. Ink packets hurt the most, but they’re also the most expensive! Twenty–one in total. I also have paint packets, and colored water packets,

sporting clown makeup, was cheerfully pitching

was jolted awake by his voice. In a sudden fit of madness,

one after another, intervening to prevent the so–called “justice fighters” from

vibrant red paint packet hit the clown squarely on the head. Her head tilted from the impact, and a thick, blood–like color

her face, but how could he erase the layers of hardships etched on it? She was like a

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“Why?”

had rushed over at a glance earlier because he believed that

before continuing softly, “I was once a fugitive, running for my life. But in the end, a powerful longing drew me back to this city. I had nothing

firmly against her chest, her face radiating pure bliss and contentment. It was as if she had truly found

the Wolfords and the Ingram family were after me. To avoid causing trouble for my godmother, I didn’t seek your help. That’s why I became the clown in the old city district, forever in makeup, earning a living through the venting of others‘

really because I fear the inconvenience? I’m just too scared to appear before you again. I have nothing, and I’m disfigured. Loving you has etched my inferiority deep into my bones. But I can’t give up. My feelings for you are the only thing I

clearly oblivious to what had just transpired. Unexpectedly, Kallum covered her

to know anymore!”