I was just going home, so you don't have to let me be so unlucky. I looked at the bloody corpse below and felt depressed. I thought that although I wasn't a peerless beauty when I was alive, I wouldn't be so miserable. I sighed and looked at the thing in my hand, a mirror, something. You ask me why I want to look in the mirror even after I die. Do you think I am willing? I don't know where this broken mirror came from. I can't shake it off no matter how hard I try. You won't let me reincarnate with this broken mirror... God, please save me. I don't want to be reincarnated with a broken mirror! ! !