The Man Who Burned Me Alive in My Past Life Was Also Reborn Novel by Fitzgerald Mitchell

“Actually, I didn’t do it just for you, but for myself as well,” she said, before suddenly spitting out black blood.

I tried to help her, but she pushed me away, fearing her virus-laden blood would infect me.

But how could I just give up? I insisted on trying to save her.

Yet she told me, “It’s no use, I’ve drunk something lethal!”Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

She lifted the drink in her hand and continued, “A single sip is enough to kill, but I’ve consumed half the bottle.”

Hearing this, I was struck by a bolt from the blue.

I trembled all over, my voice turning hoarse, “They’ve already paid for what they’ve done. Why hurt yourself like this?”

I really couldn’t accept this reality,

Just a moment ago, I was still planning a future for her.

The next, everything had changed.

She smiled, “The hatred in my heart is what kept me alive. Now that the hatred is gone, I have no will to live.”

Hearing this, I felt a sudden sense of helplessness.

Although it doesn’t kill immediately, death from what she drank is inevitable within days.

To spare her from a lifetime of suffering, I gave her all the warmth I could in the remaining days.

We traversed mountains, rivers, and vast oceans together.

It was the only thing I could do for her.

On the tenth day, she passed away.

She asked me to bury her ashes under the oleander, saying she was like it-beautiful but deadly.