My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 368

[Wow, are Xanthea's votes real? Her votes are higher than any previous Celestial Goddess!]

[The others are giving up resistance; we even want to vote for her!]

[Yeah. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. My favorite isn’t going to win anyway.]

[Fans of Isabella, charge! We're known for our voting abilities, how can we let a newbie take the lead?]

[No way. Xanthea's too popular. I've been clicking non-stop, and still can't bridge the gap!]

Team fans of Isabella, who usually led the voting charts with ease, found themselves struggling to keep up with Xanthea no matter what. As they brainstormed for ways to pull in more votes, even preparing to team up with other fan groups, they suddenly saw Isabella's twitter account go online.

[OMG! Isabella's online, she must be taking this Celestial Cinema Awards seriously and is here to rally votes!] [Did everyone see? If Isabella wants the Celestial Goddess title this badly, how can we really afford to slack off?] [We've got to help Isabella win the Celestial Goddess title.]

The fans were all excited and motivated, but then, they saw a tweet from Isabella: You've voted for contestant No. 1—Xanthea in this year's "Celestial Cinema Awards." Thanks for your support!

Isabella's fans were dumbfounded.

Did Isabella hit the wrong button?

They had been working so hard to vote for her, and she herself went to vote for her own idol?

So, who exactly should they vote for?!

At noon, a ray of brilliant sunshine sneaked through the curtains and playfully fell on the girl on the big bed, who was swoon by exhaustion.

Her thick, dark eyelashes fluttered lightly, and before her sleepy eyelids could open, a wave of aching pain hit her.

It hurt, hurt so much!

Her mouth hurt, her neck hurt, her chest hurt, her legs hurt, her whole body hurt. It felt like she'd been run over by a freight train that had chugged across her all night.