The Housekeeper Collapsed on the Day When the Housekeeper Fell into Disrepair.

The sound of raindrops hitting the window lattice was like the cane torture that killed her in her previous life. I opened my eyes suddenly and dug my nails into my palms. The musty smell of rain leaking from the woodshed, the blisters on my fingers from Grandma Le's scalding, and the bloody-smelling scraps of music under my pillow – this was not a nightmare, I was actually reborn on the eve of the palace banquet.