In my last life, a heavy snowstorm closed the city for three months. I froze to death in a rental house, watching my enemies use my savings to stock up on goods for fun. My parents froze to death on the streets because they couldn't buy medicine.
Returning to the 7 days before the blizzard, tens of billions of demolition funds were added to the bank card!
While others are still grabbing instant noodles, I have already filled three apartments.
The enemy came to ask for supplies. I wrapped myself in a mink coat and threw half a piece of moldy bread through the iron door: "When you robbed my parents of their life-saving money, why didn't you think about today?"
Later, the world froze, and I cooked hot pot in the warm villa.
In this life, I not only want to survive, but also let everyone who has hurt me experience the pain of my previous life in the blizzard!
Good looking, not bad.