"Rebirth in Old Age: I am no longer a tragic heroine"
I slipped into ancient sadomasochism novels and became one of those tragic heroines/partners who died tragically in their later years and were let down throughout their lives.
The substitute wife was abandoned, the real daughter was squeezed out, the sadomasochism was broken, the infatuated man stayed in the empty house...
The original owners wait until death for someone who doesn't love them to come back.
But I came here with a lifetime of worldliness.
No love, no revenge, no entanglement.
Scumbag? Don't look.
Bai Yueguang? Ignore.
Vampire family? Cut off.
I only do four things for the rest of my life:
Make money, take care of your health, establish your authority, and provide for your retirement.
You are so overwhelmed with love and hate,
I plant flowers, drink tea, and live a peaceful life in the small courtyard.
In the book, the protagonist becomes a chicken in his old age.
However, I have become sober in the world that the original owner could not even imagine.
In this life, don't be crazy about anyone, just live for yourself.
