I once thought that when fate gave me another chance to choose, would I still be a low-class female gangster and would I be worthy of him?
So, I was reborn.
But I died again.
When I was resurrected again and looked at the past me and him from the perspective of others, I discovered that no matter whether I was good or not, his world already had her, and I was just an insignificant supporting role, even a stepping stone.
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