After living for so long, I did something good for the first time, but I died. I also met a white-haired old man. He bet me to do something, but I am a god and I am a soul. I have no choice, so I live again, with a peach blossom all over my body. Woohoo, why are all the guys I meet so difficult? Didn't the old man tell me that they are all cute? I don't want to lie in bed every day. Why is it that I am always the one who gets hurt?