“You… You’re bullsh*tting!” Anxious, Esmeralda accidentally spewed an expletive.
Alex’s previous incarnation was clearly her fiancé. The memories inherited on the comb literally informed her that she had searched several lifetimes for his present incarnation, and she had never forgotten it for a moment. To her surprise, Dorothy said that she had stolen someone else’s fiancé…
Oh. The current Alex Rockefeller was Dorothy Assex’s husband, but Esmeralda was his previous incarnation’s fiancée. Esmeralda felt particularly aggrieved as soon as she thought about how hard the past few lifetimes had been on her and how she’d become someone else’s husband after she managed to find him.
Then, tears rolled down her cheeks as she spoke, “You’ve gone overboard! You can say that I am a shameless homewrecker who gets involved in your family, but you can’t insult my intelligence. He’s Dimitri Rockefeller in the previous life, that’s my fiancé. It has nothing to do with you. What did you mean I stole your life? What did I steal from you?”
Dorothy Assex, no, Xienna Stoermer, was squeezing the comb in her hand as she said, “You stole this thing.”
“Huh? Y-you are making slanderous accusations! This is mine! I’ve had it for several lifetimes!”
“This is mine. It’s mine in the first place.” Xienna shook her head with a sorrowful expression. “This thing originally was not a comb, but a hair stick! I was pushed into the Pool of Reincarnation back then, but I could never reincarnate. I wore out my divinity in the passage of reincarnation. I sealed my memories in this hair stick so that I wouldn’t forget these most important feelings. But later, this stick… This broke when I reincarnated. I only acquired the frontal part, whereas I lost the back part. This comb of yours is the back part.”
Esmeralda said, “Impossible. Your fabrication… Is too outrageous!”
Xienna took out a portion of something. It was really the frontal part of the hair stick. It was thin, pointy, entirely green, and its tail portion contained a clear fracture mark. After that, she took that comb and pinched it hard with her fingers.
She smiled and cried. A drop of tear fell right onto that hair stick.
An amazing scene appeared.
That initially broken hair stick emitted green light and surprisingly joined together again. Looking at the surface, one simply couldn’t tell it was once broken.
At the same time…
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