On New Year's Eve in 2026, I jumped from the 33rd floor and ended my miserable life.
When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn in 1989, back when Mom had just become pregnant with me.
In my previous life, I was a walking disaster:
I wore my mother down, drove my loved one away, and made a complete mess of my life.
This time, I had only one thought:
I must never be born. If I disappeared, my family could live in peace.
I tried with all my might to destroy myself,
but Mom gently stroked her belly and whispered,
“Mom has been waiting a long time for you to be born.”
In that moment, I completely broke down.
This time, I'll give my life to protect her and keep her safe.
