Rose did not speak for a long time...

Starting from her life experience, the mysterious car accident, secrets in the attic... She had no idea where to begin...

"Josephine, I'm not Rose Loyle!" Consequently, she struggled to share the secrets that she had kept for so many years. Josephine looked at her in surprise. "What do you mean?"

"You're not Rose Loyle? Then who are you?"

Rose hesitated for a moment. Then, she continued with great difficulty, "I'm Angeline Severe."

Josephine's pupils dilated in shock. "What did you just say?" She was somewhat in disbelief.

She scanned Rose from top to bottom several times before asking curiously, "But you're obviously Rose Loyle?"

Rose shook her head. "I'm in Rose Loyle's body, but it's Angeline Severe's soul."

"Huh? Josephine exclaimed aloud.

plastic surgery?" Josephine could not think

shook her head again and said

ago, I woke up from a car accident

as she

"Your... Your soul transmigrated?"

Rose nodded.

I thought such things would

thought it was absurd. "It's just utterly unlikely. What evidence do you have to prove that you're

her identity to her father. However, that was because there was something telepathic between a father and a daughter. Plus, a shared childhood memory was something unique, so she was

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Rose's pained expression, Josephine could not wait for her to prove the horrifying ordeal. Hence, she took the initiative to raise

that I was ten years old, and it was the Grand Old

in astonishment. She was getting stirred

Rose seemed to have woken up a little. From then, it was destined to be unrequited

from the first time she laid

someone he loved

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