In my previous life, I was a good girl in everyone's eyes. I obeyed the law, loved my sisters, respected my teachers, and respected the elderly and the young.
But what they repaid me with was betrayal, humiliation, and oppression, which made me suffer so much that I lost everything, and finally died suddenly late at night while working overtime.
When I opened my eyes again, I was seventeen years old again.
In this life, I never want to be a soft persimmon that can be manipulated by others.
I want to be the wildest little girl, dye my hair the brightest red, wear the hottest short skirt, and fight the hardest.
I just want them to know - it is others who worry, it is others who suffer, it is others who suffer, and it is myself who makes a lot of money.
