What the hell? Am I becoming my grandpa? I'm a 21st century woman with neither fair skin nor beautiful appearance, but I've managed to become an older leftover woman with a car, a house, money, and leisure. Why do you do this to me just when I want to enjoy a good life? Come on, come on, why have you turned into a bad old man? You're such an unfortunate system and you want me to make up for this family's regrets? Are you kidding me? Are you still sorry? Not to mention not married, not even in a relationship. The worst thing is that I didn't even have enough Malatang from the restaurant downstairs! Woo hoo hoo... I am still sorry to make up for the regret!
What? Give me 100 million! You can have this, but you have to die and put it back on before you can enjoy it? Let's wait until I die and go back to do that task!
