She became a different person again and again, and told herself again and again that it was not that she was so bad, but that she was just unlucky.
But her luck seemed to be extremely bad. She lost her only residence, was induced to go into heat, and was marked for life. Step by step, she was moved by care that did not belong to her, and was finally taken home by her beloved.
She also thought that maybe if they got along slowly, that person would fall in love with her.
After all, I'm not bad, I'm just unlucky.
But on the night when she received the certificate, the man told her clearly not to have any thoughts that she shouldn't have, otherwise, she would have no choice but to leave.
From then on, she really stuck to her duty and gave birth to children just because she wanted to have a place to shelter from the wind.
Concept: How bad can one's luck be? In the end, I was forced to admit that I was bad.