In this world, it's either kill or be killed.
From a young prostitute to a handsome young lady, she survived by stepping on other people's bones.
He said he would marry her after returning from the expedition. She nodded with a smile, turned around and forgot - in troubled times, life is more valuable than love words.
The "fake brother" who helped her hide her identity grew up to be an iron-blooded marshal. He cornered her in the corner, his eyes red: "Sister, I have kept your secret for four years... And now..." Ariel pushed him away, turned around and married the son of a chaebol.
At the engagement party, the man who had promised to marry her many years ago led his troops and kicked in the door. Now he was the governor in charge of the north, covered in blood, and he carried her on his shoulders in front of the city's dignitaries. He locked her into the governor's house and asked with red eyes: "Why didn't you wait for me?" Ariel looked at him coldly: "Governor, who are you?"
Later, a delicate "sister" came to the house. She timidly tugged on the governor's sleeve, but sneaked into Ariel's room at night and played with the scalpel: "Sister, you stole her life. If you die, does everything about you belong to me?"
Ariel smiled. She grabbed the knife with her backhand and put it against her "sister's" neck. She lowered her head, and in front of her "sister's" horrified eyes, her voice was gentle and poisonous, speaking every word:
"My life is only given to me and no one can take it away."
And her life never needs anyone to define it.
