Ji Linting glared at Ji Xingxing coldly and scolded, "Why don't you go do your homework?"

Only then did Ji Xingxing put down the spray bottle and returned to his small room with his neck shivering.

I let out a long sigh, blowing the curtains beside me into a flutter.

Ji Linting looked towards the curtain, without blinking, as if he was gazing at me affectionately.

I was in a trance for a moment, as if I was back to the year when he loved me the most.

He was also standing there, his pair of sparkling peach blossom eyes sparkling with love, and he knelt down in this room and proposed to me sincerely.

But in just seven years, everything has changed.

He and I are now separated by the Yin and Yang.

Soon, he withdrew his gaze and walked towards the second bedroom.

Only then did I realize that he had bought a freezer and had someone push it into the second bedroom.

After the delivery man left, I followed him in.

At this time, Ji Linting was holding my body and putting it into the freezer.

Although the freezer is large, it cannot make the corpse lie in a more beautiful position than the ice coffin.

Of course, now that he is being targeted by the police, he definitely doesn't dare to buy an ice coffin. He can only buy a freezer to hide his tracks.

He looked at my body twisted in the freezer, a thin layer of anger on his face.

"Qiao Chuyuan, aren't you afraid of the cold? If you are, get up quickly and don't make the house full of smoke and dust!"

After saying that, he angrily closed the freezer door and slammed it and left.

I smiled bitterly. Has this man watched too many fantasy dramas?

The corpse stinks so much, the organs inside must have rotted away long ago, how can I wake up?

The sudden sight of the body being frozen made my soul run cold as well.

At night, I huddled beside the camellia, staring at my son's ashes in silence.

I could hear Qiao Zhixian's gentle breathing coming from the master bedroom, but I remained indifferent.

After witnessing the two of them being intimate last time, I was already numb.

Not long after, Ji Linting came out of the master bedroom with a tired look on his face and went to the second bedroom with a pink notebook in his hand.

My eyes stopped at the notebook and I was a little surprised.

That was my childhood diary, which had disappeared from the Qiao family long ago. How could it be in his hands?

When he closed the door, I followed him.

I subconsciously turned my head to look in the direction of the master bedroom, and sure enough, I saw Qiao Zhixian standing at the door in silk pajamas with a resentful look on her face.

Her eyes were fixed on the door of the second bedroom, and her murderous gaze seemed to be real.

No woman can tolerate her man looking for another woman after venting his anger on her.

Of course, I couldn't stand this dirty man touching my body after sleeping with another woman.

Now, I wish Qiao Zhixian would cremate her using some vicious means.

In the second bedroom, Ji Linting didn't open the freezer to look at me, but just flipped through my diary page by page and read it very carefully.

I floated over his shoulder and watched with her.

It contains the suffering I endured in the Qiao family and my secret love for him at that time.

But when I saw the contents of the diary, I was struck by lightning.

It was filled with all sorts of fabricated stories about me repeatedly using my immortal body to frame Qiao Zhixian and then being resurrected.

My diary says that my first resurrection was when I was six years old.

Qiao Zhixian and I encountered human traffickers together. I deliberately pushed her to the traffickers, faked my own death and escaped. After a week of resurrection, I went home and framed Qiao Zhixian.

The second time I was resurrected was when I was eight years old. I deliberately got hit by a car and it took me ten days to resurrect. Then I wrongly accused her of pushing me onto the road.

The following time also records how I framed Qiao Zhixian many times over the past ten years and threatened to kill myself to frame her again and again.

The last resurrection recorded above was when I jumped off a cliff and used my death to frame Qiao Zhixian for pushing me off the cliff.

I looked at the notes in the diary that were exactly the same as mine, and cried and laughed.

The long-standing confusion suddenly became clear to me.

It turns out that they all firmly believed that I could be resurrected, purely because of the notebook I wrote.

They say they don't believe what I say, but they believe my diary so much.

But they don’t know that this is not my diary at all.

They also don't know that their frail eldest daughter and current wife is actually a master of description in private.

It was easy for her to imitate my handwriting.

At this moment, I wish I could go back to my childhood self and slap myself twice.

Since I was young, I have obeyed my parents and as a younger sister, I have done my best to take care of my frail and sick elder sister.

In an attempt to save her from being captured by human traffickers, I ended up being captured myself.

In order to save her from being hit by a car, he broke his own leg and lay in the hospital for ten days with no one paying attention to him.

But in their eyes, it seemed like I was framing Qiao Zhixian.

The time of recuperation became the time of my death and resurrection.

How ridiculous! Just because of the diary evidence fabricated by Qiao Zhiqian, they all thought I was immortal.

Should I say that they are stupid, or that Qiao Zhixian's pure and innocent face gives people a high degree of trust?

But I still don’t understand. She and I are sisters, so why did she frame me again and again and kill me?

After reading the diary, Ji Linting took a deep breath and slammed the notebook shut. He was obviously angry at what he saw in the diary.

He curled up his palms for a long time, as if he had made a great decision. He looked hopeful and opened the freezer with trembling hands.

When his eyes touched my frosty and lifeless face, they dimmed in an instant, and his expression became as dark as ink.

Thinking back to what I wrote in my diary just now, my longest resurrection time was only ten days. Now it’s almost more than ten days, and even my hands can’t help but tremble when I open the freezer.

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