I was born with the memory of my past life. This past life not only refers to my previous life, but also refers to the world in which I lived.
I died of stomach cancer in my previous life at the age of twenty-five. I was tortured by the disease so much that I wanted to die, but my parents who were crying in front of my bed and my brother who was so sad that I couldn't give up just yet. I struggled hard and forced a smile, thinking that I could spend more time with my relatives and leave more memories for them. But when I overheard the conversation between my sister-in-law-to-be and my brother, I understood that my life could only be torture to my parents.