Lydia looked at her face in the mirror, which had been ulcerated and bloody. Her heart was filled with overwhelming hatred for Wickham and endless sorrow for her stupid and frivolous past.
Ever since she was sold by Wickham into this secret brothel in London two years ago, causing her to live in dire straits and even contracting a disease, her hatred and regret have never stopped for a moment.
She hated Wickham's shameless deeds, and even more hated her own frivolity and stupidity. Someone knocked on the door, and Lydia quickly put away the short knife she had just used to cut her wrists to commit suicide. She used all her savings to exchange for the short knife from the old woman who was emptying the toilet. She slowly stepped on her own blood, walked to the door, opened the dilapidated wooden door, and the serious and handsome face outside the door startled her, Mr. Darcy? How could it be him?
These were Lydia's last thoughts before she died in Mr. Darcy's arms.
Intention: How to correct your mistakes after rebirth