Shen Zhaohua took his last breath at the bottom of the dark, damp and cold lake, surrounded by his stepmother's proud sneer, his concubine's hypocritical cry, his fiancé's indifferent accusations, and his father's disgusting scolding. She hates it! I hate that I don't understand people well, I hate that I am weak and can be bullied, I hate this world that eats people!
When she opened her eyes again, she returned to the time when all the tragedies had not yet happened. The memories of her past life instantly flooded in. The strong hatred made her no longer the soft persimmon who could be manipulated by others. Looking at the young but miserable face in the mirror, cold flames ignited in her eyes: "In this life, I want you to pay back a hundred times what you owe me! Those who hurt me, I want your bones to be gone!"
