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You Think I Won't Talk?

Elizabeth, a girl with an unusual personality is reincarnated into the body of a mute woman in what appeared to be medieval times. However, the people surrounding her seemed familiar. She had transmigrated as the dead villainess's older sister in a +19-rated novel she read long ago in her past life. Marianne, the previous owner of the body, had a tragic past. Abused by his obsessed older brother and little sister, the part of her soul left in the body doesn't give Elizabeth freedom. Now she will discover the truth behind Marianne's condition, experience unknown feelings, and recall her past to overcome these new difficulties. 'I'm gonna go crazy...how is it that this girl didn't even have her name mentioned in the novel?... some authors really are idiots...' _________________________________ Give some love to my other book too ^^~ • Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure * To find my book you have to either search the title or my pen name. It will not show on my profile. _________________________________ TAGS: #R18 #SlowPaced, #Romance, #Smut, #Medieval, #Trauma, #Father&Daughter... (Sigh... so many tags... do emphasise #SlowPaced ^^) _________________________________ This is an original Story ^^ Author: XimenoideX

XimenoideX · Fantasía
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Chapter 471

"… that's true… she acted strong but was soft hearted…" — Mom said, smiling… probably recalling my random character. Breaking into tears again in front of the granny, who let her cry comprehensively… saying more even at the emotions. — "Elizabeth… was very kind…"

"Indeed… She was… like a daughter to me, Mrs Lowe."

'.....'

"… thank you… for caring about her…"

"I… may I go see her?"

"Ah… of course… the coffin is closed because of the accident… well…."

"We understand… Thank you…"

The walk of my dear friends broke me entirely… and I understood what Izeneya had told me…

How could I ever let go completely… when all of these people I loved… were here. Where I would never again reach them.

All the time, maybe every day… even if little something reminded me of those here at my funeral… I had gotten accustomed to the days with Marianne… but something would often make me recall what I lost once dead.