After Dying in Childbirth, I Became Everyone's White Moonlight

There are three men in my life. The first man hated me and said to me: "You know what I hate most is that you imitate him in everything." He gave me to the second man. The second man disliked me and said to me, "I don't want things that others have used." The third man was the one I loved, and I had his child, but in the end he killed me: "If you want that idiot who was injured and lost his memory, I'm sorry, but I'm not." I was lying on the bed, and the pain from my body was sharp and fine. I was having a difficult labor. It became darker and darker before my eyes, and I finally lost consciousness. In fact, I should have understood earlier. I should have known when I was being humiliated by them at will. I don't deserve anyone's love in my life. Reading guide: first person, self-improvement, acacia bone shou, 1V1, attack and slice. First torture and then attack, he. It's really like the crematorium where the ashes are scattered. Motto: When faced with despair, don't forget that there is hope ahead