Her Vengeful Rebirth

Chapter 356 Do Not Play With Things Like That So Calista played the role of a clown. Was it because she had been a clown in her past life? Was he trying to help her understand her past? Kallum abruptly halted in his tracks, his heart throbbing incessantly. The suffocating feeling was a result of his speculations.

Even if Callie had worked in an amusement park in her previous life, she didn't know magic or acrobatics. She wasn't disabled, so she couldn't rely on sympathy drawn from a disability or earn money by selling candy. She couldn't even show her face. So even if she had dressed up as a clown, how was she supposed to make money! Unexpectedly, Kallum turned around, sprinting toward a spot he had previously run past. search the Find_Nøvelwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.

In the midst of a vast sandy expanse stood a solitary figure surrounded by a throng of people. Each of them held a variety of colorful paint packets in their hands, which they then hurled unmercifully at the lone individual in the sand.

This was a place for venting emotions, where the price of a packet of paint ranged from a few bucks to twenty. Yet, it was capable of leaving vivid, colorful marks on anyone in the sandbox.

Moreover, the sensation of pain differed with each packet of pigment that struck the body, providing a sort of sadistic pleasure.

People could hide in the sand, but under the relentless assault of the crowd, layers upon layers of paint accumulated on her body. Her face, adorned with the makeup of a clown, wore a fixed smile. This created the illusion that no matter how much she was hit, she was always smiling. This only fueled the dissatisfaction of the spectators, who purchased even harder paint packets to throw at her.

Moreover, the individual in the desert remained silent regardless of how much she was pummeled. She stumbled several times, yet she simply stood back up and continued to evade, further igniting the challenger's desire to provoke. A myriad of colors exploded around her, and her clown-like smile was truly iconic, her eyes outshining even the stars.

"Hey handsome, interested in joining the justice alliance to drive away the wicked clown? I've got a variety of weapons here. Ink packets hurt the most, but they're also the most expensive! Twenty-one in total. I also have paint packets, and colored water packets, all at different prices. Do you want to give it a try? It's really fun!" The stall owner, sporting clown makeup, was cheerfully pitching his wares to Kallum.

Kallum was jolted awake by his voice. In a sudden fit of madness, he pushed through the crowd and dashed toward the sandy ground.

"Huh? What are you-" The boss' words were abruptly cut off as Quintus covered his mouth. Members of the Fairchild family appeared one after another, intervening to prevent the so-called "justice fighters" from inflicting harm. There was a wave of discontent, but Kallum simply didn't care anymore: The final vibrant red paint packet hit the clown squarely on the head. Her head tilted from the impact, and a thick, blood-like color trickled down from her forehead. Her painted face was smiling, and her eyes were as if saying, "You've finally found me." Suddenly, Kallum's eyes welled up with tears. He reached out to wipe her face, but how could he erase the layers of hardships etched on it? She was like a clown, toyed with and struggling at the very bottom of 1/2 Chapter 356 Do Not Play With Things Like That "Why?" Kallum's voice trembled as he looked at Calista, his eyes filled with confusion. He had rushed over at a glance earlier because he believed that Calista wouldn't allow herself to be hit by others. But why would she demean herself in such a way? "This was how I made a living in my past life," Calista said, cradling his hand. She steadied her breath. before continuing softly, "I was once a fugitive, running for my life. But in the end, a powerful longing drewback to this city. I had nothing left then. Being alive under the ssky as you was the only faith I held onto in my despair. Kallum, can you feel it? My love for you is so deep that I disregard my own life. Can you feel it?" With a smile, Calista gently guided his hand to the location of her heart. She pressed it firmly against her chest, her face radiating pure bliss and contentment. It was as if she had truly found all she had ever wanted.

"Dad passed away, our business collapsed, and the Wolfords and the Ingram family were after me. To avoid causing trouble for my godmother, I didn't seek your help. That's why I becthe clown in the old city district, forever in makeup, earning a living through the venting of others' frustrations." Calista shook her head with a smile. "Was it really because I fear the inconvenience? I'm just too scared to appear before you again. I have nothing, and I'm disfigured. Loving you has etched my inferiority deep into my bones. But I can't give up. My feelings for you are the only thing I have left! I can't give up, but why, you ask, did I stop loving you in the end?" The surroundings were in an uproar, clearly oblivious to what had just transpired. Unexpectedly, Kallum covered her mouth.

"I don't want to know anymore!"

Regardless of the reasons she didn't love him, he still had a chance ton make Iter fall for him. There surely ΕΠ was still an opportunity.

"No, I have something to say." Calista narrowed her eyes and smiled. “That time, you brought your cousin to the old town district for an inspection, intending to acquire the entire area to build the largest mansion district in Horington. Back then, when your cousin threw an ink packet at me, you didn't recognize me..."

Calista gently touched her own face, her voice barely more than a whisper. "But when I saw you, I couldn't even breathe! I was afraid you would see my ugliness, so I kept my head down, taking the hits without hidingorm making a sound, you know? At that time, my heart was in my throat. You were so handsand noble, like a deity, always surrounded by people with someone to clear your path. And I was just a clown, too afraid to remove my makeup... Back then, your cousin asked you with a laugh, 'Kallum, why doesn't she dodge or scream? Could she be a fool?' You, who were discussing matters with others, merely frowned and replied in an impatient tone, 'Don't play with things like that." Send Gifts 248 2/2 Her Vengeful Rebirth