Emily continued to mutter with a serious face. "Love is enough to satisfy me. I wish I had never been adopted by the Wilson family. Then I would be free and could pursue my love."
The next second, the ground began to shake.
I heard an electronic voice. "The reader's resentment is detected. The heroine's wish has been fulfilled, and the halo will be used for the last time."
Then, we were all reborn.
But this time, the person adopted by the Wilson family was me.
I was reborn at the age of eight, the day before Emily was about to be adopted by the Wilson family.
When I just woke up, I was a little dazed, staring blankly at my hands that had suddenly become smaller.
I heard a childish cry.
"I don't want to be adopted. If I'm adopted, I'll lose my freedom, be controlled, and even my love will be controlled by others.
"I would rather starve to death than have unfree love!"
It was Emily’s voice!
Now her name was Emily Moore.
Both of us were picked up by the director of the orphanage. We had no name or surname, so we both took the director's surname Moore. Emily changed her surname after she was adopted by the Wilson family.
The children who were surrounding Emily looked at each other.