Someone has to be a good-for-nothing. Why can't it be me?
Money's hard to earn, and shit's hard to eat.
Is it wrong not to want to eat shit? Is it? (screams)
A good-for-nothing heroine has no money and doesn't want to work, so she's nearly unable to get by. Then she transmigrates into all kinds of identities, suffers endlessly, and cries as she longs to go back and keep working.
The first time, she transmigrates into a dog and starves to death for sticking to her principles.
The second time, she transmigrates into a new mom and can't handle the job.
The third time, she transmigrates into a little eunuch, lives off the palace and waits to die, listens to gossip, broadens her horizons, then can't protect herself in the palace and kicks the bucket again.
The fourth time...
I'm not even sure where she'll transmigrate to.
Anyway, the heroine suffers right up to the end.
A romance?
Sort of, but the kind that's all heartbreak.
Theme: Tomorrow isn't as hard to face as yesterday made it seem.
Hahahahahaha, so pitiful, sad and funny
Come on, come on, come on, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up.