On Christmas Eve, the streets were brightly lit, and everyone was immersed in the happy atmosphere of the festival.

However, Yolanda, who curled up in the wind shelter of the bridge cave, didn't fit in with this lively atmosphere at all.

Her short and old coat was cut, and the cotton kept gushing out from the hole.

Her delicate wrists were pale because of the coldness. She was wearing a pair of summer sandals and a pair of dirty loose socks with her heels exposed.

It was so cold.

The little girl's lips turned purple, and she shivered, but she didn't want to leave here. She hadn't made any money, and she lost the balloons she was going to sell. If her stepfather knew that, he would beat her to death.

She thought it was better to die of cold than to be beaten to death. At least it didn't hurt.

As time passed, it was snowing outside the bridge hole, and the cold wind blew to her.

Yolanda called her mother in her heart, with tears in her eyes.

She missed her mother very much.

If her mother was still alive, in such a snowy day, she would hold her in her arms. Her mother's arms were warmer than the heating.

However, her mother wouldn't hold her anymore.

Her mother was beaten to death by her stepfather two years ago.

Yolanda helplessly watched her mother fall to the ground and never get up again. The blood coming out of her mother’s head dyed the ground red.

Later, her stepfather dragged her mother away and threatened her not to tell anyone about it.

There was no need to threaten her, because she became a mute, and she couldn't speak anymore.

Yolanda shrank her neck and buried half of her face in her coat, revealing her big eyes from the messy hair.

Her eyes were beautiful, but there was no light in her eyes.

A sudden noise came from a dark corner.

Yolanda couldn't help but shiver. Her eyes were full of horror and vigilance as she stared at the dark corner, afraid that a monster would jump out of it the next second.

However, there was no monster, but a beggar who was dirtier than Yolanda.

The beggar was wrapped in a dirty and black overcoat, and his body was full of the smell of acid decay. He stared at Yolanda, and his messy hair couldn’t cover the ill intentions in his eyes.

He had been observing Yolanda for a long time.

Although Yolanda couldn't understand the meaning in his eyes, she could feel that this person was not a good person. Like a little hedgehog, Yolanda pricked up all her thorns to face the enemy.

She had to run away.

But she was blocked in the corner. How could she escape?

When Yolanda was in a hurry to find a way, the beggar grabbed her wrist and deliberately slowed down his tone, like a wolf luring a rabbit to open the door.

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"Girl, come with me. I'll buy you some candies."

The beggar touched Yolanda’s cheeks.

All of a sudden, the man let out a scream. He slapped Yolanda aside and scolded, "How dare you bite me!"

After scolding, the man raised his leg and kicked Yolanda a few times. Because the wound was too painful, he lost his mood and left.

Yolanda, who was lying in the snow, slowly raised her head. Her eyes were filled with determination that she had never had before. The snow and moon reflected the bright blood around her mouth, which was dazzling.

"Yolanda, protect yourself."

Yolanda still remembered what her mother had said to her before her mother fell to the ground.

Yolanda wiped the blood from her mouth and smiled.

“Mom, look, I can protect myself.”

In the end, Yolanda decided to go home, even though she was going to be beaten up.

As expected, Charles Evans, Yolanda’s s stepfather, asked for money from her.

Yolanda shook her head and gestured the balloons had flown away, so she had nothing to sell.

"Damn it! What's the use of you? You can't even sell the balloons!" Charles slapped on Yolanda's head, and she hit the wall and fell to the ground.

Yolanda, who was lying on the ground motionlessly, somehow irritated Charles. He picked up the stick beside and heavily slapped Yolanda's thin body.

Yolanda cried out in pain.

"You are the same as your bitch mother. Are you pretending to be dead? She has given birth to a kid, but she didn’t let me touch her, and she even bit me."

Charles regarded Yolanda as her mother and waved the stick mercilessly.

Yolanda was beaten numbly and couldn’t feel the pain. She struggled to open her eyes and seemed to see her mother in a daze.

Was her mom here to pick her up?

“Mom, I miss you so much.”

Exhausted, Charles threw down the stick. After taking a sip of the wine, he fell asleep on the sofa.

He didn't care about Yolanda, who was lying on the ground. If she was dead, he would throw her away. If she was still alive, he would let her continue to make money tomorrow.

It hurt.

Yolanda slowly opened her eyes. When she moved her arms, she felt the severe pain over her body.

She lay on the ground and was a little confused when she saw the surrounding environment.

Seeing the snoring person lying on the sofa, Yolanda was stunned.

It was her stepfather Charles. Wasn't he put into prison by her father? Why was he here?

While Yolanda was confused, the person in the mirror surprised her.

She quickly covered her mouth and looked at the person in the mirror in shock.

It was her when she was five years old.

Was she reborn?

Yolanda was shocked.

She forced herself to calm down and accept the remaining memory in her mind.

After a while, Yolanda looked at Charles, not knowing whether she should thank him or hate him.

She struggled to sit up and thought about where to go.

After a while, her eyes lit up. She didn't want to live with Charles anymore. She wanted to find her father.

While Charles was sleeping, Yolanda took away the fifty dollars hidden under the bed. When she was ten years old in her previous life, she knew this place where Charles hid the money.

In addition to the money, she also took away a bear doll, which was the only thing her mother left to her.

She ran out of the shed and didn't dare to look back. She didn't feel relieved until she got up in a taxi.

"Girl, you can't..."

When the driver looked at Yolanda, he was too scared to say anything.

The girl's face was covered with bruises. It was obvious that she had been beaten.

"Have you been beaten by someone? I’ll take you to the police station."

Yolanda shook her head and took a look at the indicator. She didn't have enough money to go to her father's company. "Please go to Resford Hospital."

Yolanda was surprised to find that she could speak now, but her vocal cords were painful, and her voice was not pleasant to hear.

"Okay." The driver sighed. He couldn't take a kid, but seeing her so pitiful, he decided to give her a ride.

Looking out of the window, Yolanda recalled her previous life.

In her previous life, she met her father when she was fifteen years old.

At her junior high school graduation ceremony, she met her father for the first time. Her father was elegant, handsome, and successful. Everyone admired him, including her.

When this man came to her and told her that he was her father, Yolanda felt that she was dreaming.

Overnight, she changed from a poor girl in the shabby area to the princess of the Cantu family. Her grandparents and uncles all loved her, and her brothers protected her. Yolanda felt that she had a very beautiful dream.

However, the Cantu family had many enemies, and after an accident, the family was destroyed.

Uncle David was put into prison, Uncle Brandon broke his hand, Uncle Keith suffered from online bullying, and her father Blaine Cantu was sentenced to death.

When the police car took Blaine away, Yolanda’s brothers held her tightly, and she fainted because of sadness.

When Yolanda woke up, the Cantu Villa had been pledge. Many people came to ask them to pay the debts. Her five brothers humbly asked these people to give them some more time, but those people started to smash the villa.

They didn't stop until the police arrived.

Her brothers went to negotiate with them. At first, everything was fine, but later, they started to fight.

Someone raised a vase and was about to smash her brothers. Yolanda stood in front of them without hesitation. With a loud bang, she fainted.

When she woke up again, she was back to five years old.

Yolanda shook her head, trying to get rid of those past. She took a deep breath and felt much better.

She had made up her mind. In this life, she wouldn't let anyone who loved her end up like that.

She wanted to find her father and change the fate of the Cantu family.

It was not far from the shed area to Resford Hospital.

When Yolanda handed the money to the driver, she felt her arm heavy as if it was pressed by a stone.

"Girl, do you have a fever?" The driver asked worriedly.

Yolanda touched her forehead and found that it was hot. She had a fever.

The driver asked with concern, "Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"

Yolanda shook her head and said, "No, thank you."

She got out of the car.

As the driver looked at the little girl who staggered forward, he sighed helplessly, thinking her parents were heartless.

After Yolanda got out of the car, she felt that her step was getting heavier and heavier.

She felt dizzy and her eyes were blurred, but she still gritted her teeth and walked forward. She knew that she could find her home as long as she entered the hospital.

Suddenly, a man in a white coat came out of the hospital. Yolanda's eyes lit up. She ran up with the last strength of her body, grabbed the man’s clothes, and called weakly "Dad." After that, she fainted.