Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 500

Now, I realize how childish I've been.

My death wouldn't hurt any villains; it would only bring endless sorrow and despair to those I care about, breaking them over and over again.

With all the strength I could muster, I lifted my hands to cup Colin's face, managing a weak smile. "Colin... long time no see."

Long time no see.

My Colin.

Colin's body stiffened for a moment, and as he closed his eyes, hot tears fell on my eyelashes.

Why such a crybaby...

You wouldn't guess it from his brawling days.

"I've prayed countless times, hoping nothing would happen to you..." Colin whispered, his voice trembling.

"So, even geniuses believe in a higher power, huh?" I smiled weakly.

He smiled back. "Not in a higher power... but when you're feeling empty, you need something to hold onto, Phoebe."

I stared at him, suddenly remembering a small incident buried deep in my memory.

A seemingly trivial event, yet so vivid in my mind.

I remembered a high school classmate whose grandmother, despite knowing there were no gods, prayed fervently every day for her granddaughter's health, battling cancer. She climbed the mountain, step by step, without rest, to pray for her granddaughter's recovery.

the girl, calling her grandmother

then, I couldn't understand

the brink of death, remained cheerful every

"Does your grandmother's praying really help? There

answered with a smile: "My grandmother

stunned, unable

But now, I understand.

seeing me as Phoebe, I somehow became

I have

Colin doesn't

with her...

her, just look at

look like, that's

said possessively,

anyone else.

I'd be jealous of my own face

"Okay..."

always indulged me so

...

of jealousy, I

it felt more like

no fears, just

It felt wonderful.

sure how long I'd slept when I was roused by

It was Finn.