Chapter 1Defying the Script

Just out of the operating room, I was stabbed to death by an emotionally unstable patient's family member.

My soul floated in the air, and the voice of The Script popped into my mind.

It said I was the "First Love" character in a brainless tragic romance novel who died miserably at the start, and my killer was the Heroine's brother.

And my death would facilitate the meeting between my boyfriend Julian and the Heroine Tessa.

They would breed love in the entanglement of hate, staging a drama of "love in a sea of hate".

My face was pale, indignant:

"Why treat my life as a joke? And my boyfriend will never fall in love with the killer's family."

The Script sneered: "Want to bet? Within three months, if your boyfriend can resist the plot and not change his heart, I will let you resurrect!"

I agreed immediately.

Julian, whether I can come back to life depends on you!

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The bet began.

My soul floated in the air, watching the plot develop step by step.

I fell in a pool of blood, and Julian came to pick me up from work, just seeing this scene.

The roses and ring in his hand scattered all over the ground, his expression was indescribable collapse.

Yes, I had long guessed, today was the day he prepared to propose.

Under my white coat, I was wearing a carefully selected dress, planning to accept the proposal with the most beautiful look.

The murderer had been subdued, Julian held my body, crying unconsciously:

"Someone come, save her!"

Pity I was killed by the plot, even a divine doctor couldn't save me.

Julian withered rapidly, not drinking or eating, just silently and thoughtfully handling my funeral.

In just a few days, he had stubble, dark circles under his eyes.

Seeing his decadent appearance, my heart felt like being twisted by a knife.

The Script poured cold water aside:

"Don't look at him now acting like he can't live without you, when the Heroine appears, it will be love at first sight."

But his expression was so painful, such a person, really would fall in love with the murderer's sister within three months?

Tessa came on the last day of my funeral.

She wore black, looking regretful.

Tessa was once my patient, I performed a kidney transplant for her.

Just because rejection reaction occurred after surgery, her brother Tyler decided it was my surgery failure, directly brought a knife to the hospital and stabbed me to death.

My parents were old, white-haired people sending black-haired people, they angrily asked Tessa to leave.

"Get out! My daughter doesn't want to see you!"

Tessa bit her lip, big tears in her eyes, about to fall but not falling.

Her knees softened, knelt in front of Julian.

"Mr. Hale, I know my brother did wrong, but he has always been a good boy. Please look at his young age and ignorance, sign this Leniency Letter."

"The dead have left, the living still have to live well."

"If my brother really goes to jail, his life is over! As a sister, my conscience is also uneasy."

Hearing this, I sneered in anger.

"This is your Heroine, shed two tears, want to wipe out my life?"

The Script was silent for a moment, slowly said:

"Your boyfriend just needs to buy this."

Julian's eyes were pitch black, bottomless, no one knew what he was thinking.

After a long while, he looked down at Tessa, thin lips opened:

"Are you crazy? Your brother killed my girlfriend, pay no price, and you want me to sign a leniency letter?"

Tessa raised her head, eyes unspeakably stubborn.

"Haven't I already knelt down for you?"

Julian's mouth corner hooked a sneer, bent down, choked Tessa's neck, word by word:

"Is your kneeling very valuable? I can also kneel for you, as long as you can let my girlfriend live."

"I won't sign the leniency letter, and will pursue to the end! Your brother not only has to go to jail, your family also has to pay a huge amount of compensation!"

Finished, Julian let go, disgustedly wiped his hands with wet wipes, turned and left.

Julian's reaction made me breathe a sigh of relief, we were childhood sweethearts, grew up together.

Even not for love, just friendship, I didn't believe he would betray our promise and feelings.

But The Script just lightly flipped the script, analyzing for me:

"Don't rush, don't be proud. Said it's 'love in a sea of hate', how can it be so smooth at the beginning? It's growing love out of hate that looks good!"

Sure enough, within three days, Tessa knocked on Julian's door on a dark windy night.

Julian wore loungewear, opened the door, seeing it was Tessa, the indifference in his eyes seemed to swallow people.

"What are you doing here?"

Silver moonlight hit Tessa's face, carrying a bit of struggle and shyness.

Her hand gently untied the belt of her trench coat, clothes slowly fell off, almost naked inside.

Tessa's voice trembled, carrying a crying tone.

"Mr. Hale, my brother is already in jail, he has paid the price for his behavior! But my parents are innocent, our family doesn't have that much money for compensation."

"I apologize for my self-righteous behavior two days ago! I am willing to compensate you with my body, I can be with you, as long as you can let go of my parents!"

The explicit scene in front made my breath pause.

Honestly, if reading a novel, I would also find this scene exciting, my morals and desires would fight.

Pity, I am that unlucky early-dead First Love.

My heart only left with anger!

The Script leisurely said in my ear:

"This is the Male Lead's little scheme. Deliberately asking for so much compensation, he clearly knows the Heroine can't pay, finally can only beg him, he then stands on moral high ground and reluctantly agrees."

No! Impossible!

Julian is absolutely not this kind of person!

I stared dead at Julian, wanting to see any change in his expression clearly.

Julian faintly hooked a smile.

"Seems Miss Tessa is very confident in her body."

Tessa's face seemed on fire, ears red enough to drip blood.

"Pity, you stripping naked in front of me, I only feel disgusted."

"What kind of upbringing makes you think, stripping naked sleeping with someone can solve problems?"

"There is surveillance in the hallway, if you still have basic shame, put on clothes and leave immediately."

Door slammed shut heavily, Tessa face dead ash.

Humiliation, anger, embarrassment, various emotions spread, she wrapped clothes, leaned against wall, tears slowly slid down.

I looked at The Script somewhat playfully:

"How to explain this time?"

The Script had a dark face, no longer had previous winning grasp.

"The main show is still behind! Men are all fickle!"