Before I was reborn and escaping from famine, I watched my stepsister and her mother secretly packing the last half bag of food for my family.
In the previous life, they used this food to please their future husband and caused my son to starve to death in my arms.
All my life, I laughed.
They emptied out the hundreds of kilograms of fine noodles they had hidden, and took their children overnight to join the hunters in the mountains: "I heard that you are in need of a wife? I am strong, know how to give birth, and I bring my own food rations."
Later, the whole village gnawed tree bark, and the smell of meat wafted from my kitchen; the scholar next to my stepsister starved to skin and bones, and the silent hunter next to me slapped the hungry wolf to death when it attacked the village.
Until one day, a group of armored sergeants knelt in the mountains and fields: "General, Madam, please come back!"
My husband, an Orion, wiped his bow and arrows: "Why are you so anxious? Wait until my wife harvests this crop of sweet potatoes."
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