Chapter 1: Be reborn

On the rooftop, the wind howled, and a thin figure was pressed against the railing, enduring the cold wind.

Kinga Karpovich looked at the man and woman standing in front of her with hatred.

"Aren't you afraid of retribution?"

In contrast to her anger, the man laughed sinisterly, gradually pressing her against the railing.

"Retribution? Kinga, you are really stupid to think that there is retribution in this world."

He laughed, reached out to grab Kinga's neck, and said fiercely:

"If there is retribution, how could your whole family go bankrupt in my hands?"

Kinga was strangled until her face turned red. She struggled and punched him wildly.

"Udele. You definitely can't live in peace. Doing bad things will make you have nightmares every night."

A cold wind blew by again, causing Kinga's eyes to turn red, and a long line of tears rolled down her cheeks.

Just because of her love feud with her elders and her ambition for power, her life was completely ruined by Udele.

She had ruined her family because of this bastard, sacrificed everything for the so-called love, and pushed her younger brother to his death for the so-called friendship.

Udele never loved her; not only did he have an affair with her best friend, but he also used her to gain her family's support, and once he had everything in his hands, he would not hesitate to use any means to force her into a corner.

He sent someone to kill her younger brother. He forced her father to jump off a building and drove her mother crazy. It was only because she didn't listen to her parents and insisted on marrying Udele that things happened like today.

"Udele, stop talking so much, kill her."

Behind the two, Vlada frowned and urged Udele impatiently.

Kinga was strangled by Udele, gasping for breath, tears still rolling down her cheeks, but she still smiled bitterly.

She had once considered Vlada her best friend, but unexpectedly...

Kinga suddenly felt that she had lived a stupid and useless life.

Udele suddenly used force, pushing Kinga's half body off the railing.

"Kinga, blame yourself for being born into the Karpovich family and being protected by so many people."

Under her feet was an endless space, strong winds howling as if they wanted to tear her slender body apart. Kinga struggled violently, resentment rising to the sky, and she shouted.

"Udele, Vlada. If there is a next life, I swear I will pull out my tendons and drink all the blood of you two to take revenge."

Udele laughed coldly, resolutely pushing Kinga from the rooftop; she fell like a kite with a broken string and no support.

The wind howled in her ears, scenes flashed before her eyes, memories like slow motion in her head.

Until her death, Kinga still opened her eyes wide and stared in one direction, and two drops of blood-red tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

Was this the feeling of bones being crushed, flesh being crushed? She screamed in pain.

"Kinga. Are you okay? Wake up quickly."

"Who is it? Who is calling me?" Hearing the familiar voice, on the pale pink bed, Kinga's tear-stained face suddenly startled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

"Where is this? Who is in front of me?" Kinga wondered in her mind.

"Kinga, my daughter, are you feeling better?" Her mother, Mrs. Chloe, asked worriedly.

"Mom. Is it you? Am I not dead yet?" Kinga's tears welled up, she choked up, and asked her mother.

Mrs. Chloe looked at her daughter's appearance, heartbroken, and she gently comforted her:

"Silly daughter, what are you talking about? What do you mean by dead? This afternoon you argued with your father about the engagement with the Collins family, then got wet in the rain and had a high fever of nearly 40 degrees, you scared me a lot, you know?"

"This afternoon? High fever? It's raining?" Kinga was surprised, she remembered clearly, yesterday she had run away from home, then was pushed off the terrace by Udele, completely different from what her mother had just said.

As if suddenly remembering something, Kinga quickly sat up, held her mother's hand, and asked:

"Mom, what day is it today? Has Parker returned to City A yet?"

Mrs. Chloe heard her daughter's question, both confused and amused: "My daughter has a high fever, is there something wrong with her mind? She can't even remember the date."

"Also, this afternoon, she insisted on canceling the engagement with the Collins family to marry Udele. She said she didn't like Parker, but now that he hasn't returned to the country, she's anxiously asking about him." She smiled, pinching her daughter's cheek:

"Kinga, what's wrong with you? Today is Sunday, don't you remember anything? Parker is still in France; it will be two months before he returns to City A."

"Sunday? Parker hasn't returned yet, then... then...?" Kinga muttered in disbelief. "Am I still alive?"

"No, no, it's not that I'm still alive. It's that I've been reborn, I've been reborn again." Kinga gradually remembered.

Two months before Parker returned home, it was Sunday, and she had an argument with her father over Udele, then Vlada invited her to go shopping. That day, she spent all her money just to buy a bunch of expensive clothes and bags.

Then she encountered heavy rain, got soaked all day, and as a result, she had a very high fever that day. Wasn't it right now? She was reborn back to that time.

"Mom!!!"

Kinga burst into tears, hugged her mother, it was so good, so good, God still had mercy on her. She still had a chance to fix everything. She choked up and said:

"Mom, I know I'm wrong, don't blame me anymore. I won't make you and grandpa sad anymore. I promise."

Mrs. Chloe didn't understand why her daughter was so agitated; she was usually very stubborn, rarely took the initiative to apologize to anyone. She gently hugged her, then gently reminded:

"Kinga, don't cry. I won't blame you. Go to sleep, your father will come back tomorrow morning, you should apologize to him."

Listening to her mother's advice, Kinga quickly nodded. Mrs. Chloe kissed her daughter's forehead lightly and stood up to leave the room.

After she left, she closed the door, Kinga lay down, pulled the blanket up to her chest, and thought deeply.

"It's too good, I didn't expect God to still give me a chance to make up for my mistakes. In this life, I will live a good, meaningful life."

"Udele, Vlada, I will make you two pay for hurting me. You two scoundrels will slowly taste my revenge."

Kinga lay there, her forehead propped up with her hands, her eyes looking up at the ceiling, this room of hers, her mother, everything was real... "It's no longer a dream, I've been reborn."

She recalled everything that happened in the next two months before Parker returned to City A. When mentioning Parker, the corners of Kinga's lips curved slightly, and she whispered:

"Parker, your deep feelings, I will cherish them in this life. I will never let you leave me again."

Outside, it was already November, almost winter. The weather was even colder. But in this room filled with pink, her heart was extremely warm.

She closed her eyes, smiled slightly, and fell asleep... Tomorrow, when dawn broke, everything would be a completely new life, a start full of surprises for the girl named Kinga Karpovich.