Eveline's lips trembled violently.
The room had fallen into a cold, breathless silence. Wang Xiao stepped back a few paces, turning away from her as if he were finished.
For a moment, Eveline stared at his back, her thoughts snapping between terror and desperate hope.
In the last ten minutes, she had died more times than she could count.
A hundred? More?
Her body couldn't tell anymore.
And now… was he letting her go?
Her fingers twitched, a small, cunning smile flickered on her pale face, barely there, but real.
If he was turning away…
She pushed herself upright with a rustling of half-healed bones. The sound alone made the others in the villa shudder.
Her steps were uneven, scraping, but determined.
Everyone's eyes followed her as she moved toward the main door, nobody daring to speak, nobody daring to interrupt.
She reached the threshold.
Her skin began to regenerate…
Flesh returning…
Hair reforming…
Her head fully intact—
