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!”

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.