What? I finally croaked and died one second, then seamlessly got reborn the next.
Even copy-pasting isn’t that fast.
A scheming black-lotus supporting actress? Not interested. If I’m going to do this, I’ll be the heroine.
The white-lotus girl is the wicked stepmother’s biological daughter.
My mother died a horrible death, and the next thing I knew, my scumbag dad was welcoming his wicked stepmother home, pregnant and all.
Fine, she was pregnant. But it had to be a boy, too.
When my beloved first love tries to frame me, I give her a face-slapping and run. The groveling chase is your problem, so what’s it got to do with me?
