Warm Wife into Arms

Chapter 7: She Was Reborn

Chapter 7: She Was Reborn

Yan Huan opened her eyes and woke up in the dim light of the room. She sat up, let out a gentle sigh, and then turned on the simple lamp beside her. The room, about ten square meters, was almost unadorned, with bare white walls and some peeling marks.

She hugged her knees tightly, burying her face almost in her legs. After a long time, she lifted her face and looked around. How long had it been since she last came back here? Back then, this was the small house she rented with her mother. Now, the coldness of the room told her that she had returned. It seemed as if time had stopped here, but only she knew that she had actually lived a whole lifetime.

It was like a fairy tale. If it weren't for her own experience, with her personality, she would never have believed it. She had been reborn.

But what about her previous life? Yes, her previous life, what exactly happened? She didn't know. All she knew was...

She was dead.

And she believed that Lu Qin wouldn't have a good life. After all, with the way she died, Lu Yi wouldn't stop investigating. After all, that man wasn't stupid.

Even now, she still couldn't quite believe that she had actually returned, back to when she was twenty years old, just entering the entertainment industry as a novice, brave and reckless.

But as an unknown 108-line actress, to put it bluntly, she could only take on small roles, play extras, and sometimes even struggle to afford food, going hungry. Everyone thought being an actor was glamorous, but it wasn't as good as it seemed. Exposed to wind and rain, sometimes even without proper clothes or food, appearing glamorous in front of others, but behind the scenes, living in such a house, eating instant noodles. How many unknown artists like her had actually starved to death?

She looked down at her fair feet, ten toes crystal clear. Without any deliberate makeup, her whole body exuded youthfulness. But now, she had nothing. Having lived a life of luxury, where everything was handed to her, she almost forgot how she was going to live her days ahead.

For a moment, she wanted to leave the entertainment industry and just be an ordinary person, but she couldn't let go of her past. After all, she had experienced and endured so much in her previous life.

Gently stroking her face, yes, she had beauty, she had talent. Why not walk this path again? She would live well, stand at the very top. She would watch Lu Qin and Su Mo Ran, that despicable couple, get what they deserved.

She placed her hand on her belly, no scars, no pain. Right, she had forgotten, she was only twenty now. Starting from eighteen, she had taken on small roles, played extras, and at twenty, she had no fame. But as an 18-line actress, one day she would work her way up step by step, to the pinnacle of her previous life, no, even higher.

Once again, she lay down, not knowing how many such nights this was. For her, she was still awakened by that nightmarish dream. The cold kitchen knife that stabbed into her body time and again, twisting her intestines, piercing her skin, draining her blood. She curled up tightly, and suddenly, tears streamed down her cheeks, cold and relentless.