Chapter 2

Tiffany and Ryan thought I was an idiot, too careless to even hide the evidence of their hookup.

My parents looked at them, their faces darkening. They immediately understood the situation.

"Uncle, it's not like that, please let me explain!"

"Yes, Aunt's husband! Rowan's not thinking clearly right now!"

The guilty pair immediately denied everything, even trying to shift the blame onto me.

But Dad, a former police officer, had always said I was a poor judge of character and never liked Ryan.

Now, with undeniable evidence, and conveniently without breaking my heart, he glared at them and said,

"Hmph! My daughter may have hit her head, but she's not blind! Now, if you'll excuse yourselves!"

Mom, too, changed her usual gentle tone, her voice cold:

"Tiffany, I'll be having a word with your mother about this later. For now, get out."

The two dared not argue further and fled in dismay.

"Mom, Dad, don't worry, I didn't actually lose my memory. I was just pretending to fool them!" Once they left, I quickly confessed to my parents.

My parents, thinking I'd been wronged, hugged me tightly.

Remembering how they died tragically because of me in my last life, I finally broke down and cried.

It was peak summer now. In three months, continuous heavy rain would bring a sharp drop in temperature.

In six months, heavy snow would begin, and the temperature would plummet.

In less than a year, the world would enter an extreme cold era, and two-thirds of the global population would freeze to death.

In my last life, our family of three hid in our underground fallout shelter.

It was left from wartime, warm in winter and cool in summer, capable of resisting the cold even during the extreme era.

Aunt Patricia came with Tiffany seeking refuge. We kindly took them in, unaware we were helping villains. They teamed up with Ryan to harm us.

My parents pleaded with them to spare me, but they were driven out of the shelter themselves.

In the extreme cold, human blood was considered a prime supplement.

They died a gruesome death right before my eyes.

Looking at my parents, still alive before me, I suppressed the hatred burning in my heart.

"Let's go home. I miss home."

"Okay, home it is!"