My life is hard to kill.
I was switched right after birth, and my adoptive parents tried to kill me several times.
I wanted to starve to death for a month, and my cries shook the whole village.
When I was three years old, I was thrown deep into the mountains. As a result, all the wild beasts on the mountain ran down the mountain and shivered. I was sent down by a tiger.
When I was five years old, I was thrown into a river and wanted to drown. The river split into two rivers on the spot, and I was the only one lying in the middle alive.
It was discovered that I was taking in a huge amount of oxygen and needed to carry an oxygen bottle with me.
When I was ten years old, they cut off my oxygen and tried to suffocate me to death. I made the whole village collapse with one punch.
Since then, the adoptive parents have been frightened and the whole village has been kind.
Twenty years later, my adoptive parents couldn't stand the huge expenses I incurred due to oxygen inhalation, so they had no choice but to send me back to a wealthy family.
On the day I returned to my wealthy family, the fake daughter held my hand affectionately, weak and pitiful:
