Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 664

**Chapter 664: The Confession**

Lilian let out a heavy sigh, her heart racing as she turned to face the man standing before her. His gaze was penetrating, filled with a mixture of curiosity and concern. “It’s not that I don’t want to tell you,” she began, her voice steady yet tinged with hesitation, “but I honestly don’t know where to start. The truth is just too incredible to comprehend.”

She took a moment to gather her thoughts, steeling herself for what she was about to reveal. “But since I made a promise to you about being honest, I will share my truth. Just… please don’t be too taken aback.” Rising from her seat, she gently pulled down the fabric covering her shoulder. The air seemed to thrum with anticipation as a faint glow illuminated the blue Netherworld Flower resting against her chest.

Sebastian’s eyes widened in disbelief, his voice barely a whisper. “That’s…?”

In a fluid motion, Lilian lifted her clothes back into place, her demeanor calm despite the gravity of her revelation. “This is a Netherworld Flower. The key my mother left me… I actually stabbed it into my chest. I never imagined that, by some twist of fate, it would grant me access to the Netherworld Space. That’s how I was reborn. And this flower appeared as a result.”

“Netherworld Space?” Sebastian echoed, confusion etched across his features.

With a flick of her wrist, Lilian conjured a scroll painting into existence, the colors swirling with a life of their own. She flipped it once, and just like that, the image disappeared into thin air. “Do you understand now? It means I can store items within my body at will. The space is reminiscent of Ravenwood Manor, filled with pavilions, countless books, and even a space spirit pet—a little fox you’ve seen. I’ve also cultivated some medicinal herbs there.”

Sebastian’s expression morphed into one of astonishment. “So, that’s why Nicholas mentioned your blood being special?”

“Yes,” Lilian replied, her voice steady. “My body has been refined by a purification spirit pool within that space. Ordinary toxins barely affect me at all.”

Sebastian’s disbelief deepened. “But what about your two-year coma…?”

Lilian’s tone turned flat, devoid of emotion. “Richard took me to Myanmar to search for a jade mine. He was convinced there was high-grade jade to be found, but his efforts fell short; he wasn’t digging deep enough. The finest part of the mine was merely one layer below the surface.”

Lilian’s heart raced as she continued, “After all, my existence now is a defiance of fate, a twist of destiny. Who knows if the heavens will decide to reclaim this gift at any moment?”

Sebastian exhaled deeply, the weight of her words settling heavily in the air. He rose from his seat and stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders in a protective embrace. “My love for you runs deep, ingrained in my very being. How could I ever let you go? You are the culmination of all my hopes and dreams, the luck I’ve spent a lifetime searching for. I could never abandon you because of this.”

His voice was resolute, filled with unwavering conviction. “Regardless of what you are, I love you. The universe must have granted you a second chance because you endured too much in your past life. They sent me to stand by your side and shield you from suffering again.”

Lilian turned to meet his gaze, her heart fluttering at the sincerity in his words. “You’re not afraid? The Netherworld Flower is often referred to as the Flower of Hell. It blooms by the River of Forgetfulness, symbolizing the separation between life and death, a parting that may never be mended.”

Her voice was calm, but deep within, fear lurked—her greatest dread reflected in the very flower she bore.