In the dead of winter, my adoptive father found me by the roadside and raised me bit by bit.
But I wasn’t grateful to him at all.
Because he was a fool.
Because of him, I had to endure countless scornful looks and insults.
So when my biological parents came looking for me, I went back with them without hesitation.
They soon arranged a marriage for me.
I thought my husband would be my fresh start, but it turned out he was an abuser who beat me whenever he was in a bad mood.
At last, on my twentieth birthday, I couldn’t take it anymore and killed myself.
After I died, my soul didn’t disappear.
I saw my biological parents act as if my death meant nothing, living it up with the money from my bride price.
But my foolish adoptive father, whom I had looked down on for more than twenty years, went to that monster’s house after my death to demand justice for me.
That was when I finally understood.
The person who loved me most in this world was my adoptive father.
When I woke again, I had returned to the past.
This time, I decided not to make the same mistake. I would stay by my foolish adoptive father’s side and take good care of him.
