My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Xanthea had always dreamed of becoming a renowned chemist, but as she glanced at the group of girls before her, their expressions had noticeably hardened.

Each one glared at her with furrowed brows and piercing stares, as if they were ready to

skin her alive!

She wasn’t part of any fan club and had no idea that her words had unwittingly hit a nerver with these star-chasing girls. Sensing danger, she paused briefly before turning to make a

run for it.

To her dismay, the girls chased after her in fury.

“Stop right there!”

“Don’t run, tell me whose fan are you!”

“Xan hasn’t even debuted, and you’re already cursing her to fail; that’s so cruel! Stop, I’m going to expose you as a hater!”

What?

Xanthea was terrified by their relentless pursuit, dashing with all her might until she reached a desolate golden beach, finally losing sight of them.

“Fandoms these days are terrifying, they even chase down their own idols!”

Gasping for air, she prepared to head back when she faintly heard a baby-like crying

sound.

As night fell, stars sprinkled across the dark sky, casting a glittering glow on the beach. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Scanning her surroundings, Xanthea spotted a small, adorable figure on a large rock by the shoreline.

Approaching, she discovered it was a four or five-year-old boy.

The little boy wore trendy Air Jordans and a loose T-shirt paired with tapered cargo pants, topped with a white baseball cap, looking both cool and cute from behind.

Out here alone at night, he must have gotten separated from his parents.

“Hey little guy, are you lost?” Xanthea greeted him as he turned his face towards her.

Underneath his baseball cap was a stunningly handsome and adorable face that took her breath away.

His delicate, fair face was slightly furrowed, his thin lips were as pink as peach petals, and his thick eyelashes fluttered like fine feathers over his sparkling blue eyes, making him. look like a pristine doll from a display case-utterly heart-melting!

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This was the umpteenth time that day Sebastian Thompson had been approached. He had intended to ignore her, but her voice sounded kind of nice, so he turned around.

He hadn’t expected her to be so pretty; pretty enough to make him almost gape, but as gorgeous as she was, he disliked nosy people.

He snorted and turned his face away.

Xanthea found his aloof demeanor amusing and sat down beside him.

“You can’t sit here!”

“I just did. What are you going to do about it?”

Sebastian glared at her with wide eyes, his usual rebuff having deterred many that day,

earning him scoldings for his ungratefulness. But she-she was being even more childish. than a child, utterly juvenile!

“So cute!”

His annoyed expression was too adorable, and Xanthea couldn’t help but pat his head, causing Sebastian’s face to turn from red to his neck, stuttering, “I’m not cute! I’m fierce, okay?”

As a pretty girl, how could she casually pat a boy’s head?

super

Watching his blushing quicken and his sharp, refined features, Xanthea felt a moment of familiarity. Why did he seem so familiar?