In my first life, I was Haizi, a passionate and tragic genius.
In my second life, I was Mori Mari, my father's youngest daughter.
In my third life, I was the daughter of a beautiful young woman who was betrayed and died after only a few years.
But don't get the wrong idea. I'm still alive in my third life. I haven't died.
I just changed careers and became a librarian at the Imperial Library.
Read as a special agent librarian, written as a cafeteria lady, but in reality, a full-time nanny.
And I still have to deal with harassment from both my current and former colleagues.
Please note: #This is only my problem in the fictional world, so please don't bring it into the real world!!!
Theme: Forcing yourself to grow up
