For a man, for the so-called love, my reputation was ruined, I was betrayed by everyone, and finally I was betrayed by a scumbag. Maybe I am so unlucky that I can't even drink water without clogging my teeth. Damn it! After falling out of love, I came to drink to drown my sorrows, but when I came out of the bar, I was hit by an oncoming truck and was caught off guard! I promised to start over again, damn! But death is also a kind of relief. It would be great if everything could be done over again. Then I would definitely stay away from scumbag men and bitches, earn tens of millions, and never touch love again. . . That was her last thought as she welcomed death.