The night the aloof Buddhist monk was drugged,
I didn't get involved. Instead, I turned around and called the police to report sexual harassment.
I even let his scandalous photos go up for auction.
While he was in custody, I quickly called off our engagement,
choosing to disappear from his world for good.
It was because in my previous life, I had offered myself to him, only for him to think I'd deliberately set him up.
He hated me for twenty whole years and wouldn't even let our daughter call him Dad.
And the daughter I'd cherished all my life blamed me for everything.
"If it weren't for you, Dad wouldn't have split up with Auntie Xuanxuan. You ruined our lives!"
Even after I died, she dug up my grave so they could be buried together in happiness.
She casually fed my ashes to a dog.
Now that I've been given another life, I'll respect their choice.
