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.

calling her

then, I couldn't

brink of death, remained cheerful every

asked her: "Does your grandmother's praying really help? There are

a smile: "My grandmother

unable to comprehend

But now, I understand.

they started seeing me as

I have to

alive until Colin

with her...

her, just

I look like, that's

said possessively, insisting Colin couldn't look

anyone else.

be jealous of my own face one

"Okay..."

indulged me so

...

my little bout of

it felt more

fears,

It felt wonderful.

how long I'd slept when I was

It was Finn.