Reborn Again, Why Does My Sister Still Choose Zhuantai Pill?

I died once. The fire was set by my own sister. She stood in the doorway laughing, and the flames licked my face. After her rebirth, she swallowed the reincarnation pill handed to her by her mother-in-law and said proudly, "Sister, this time, the glory, wealth, and husband's love are all mine." I looked at the burn scar on her left hand—it was left when I hugged her leg in her previous life. She thought she could win if she had to do it again if she didn't listen to me. But she didn't know that her cheating brother-in-law was a bad person before marriage, and the reincarnation pill would only turn the child into a monster that was neither male nor female. Three years later, she knelt in front of me and cried bitterly: "Sister, the child is a girl... My husband's family is getting divorced, what should I do?" I looked at her like a joke. This time, I won't persuade her. I will only turn around, go to Dali to open a B&B, and live a life that she will never be able to reach.