In my last life, I won 50 million.
I gave the money to my adoptive mother to buy a house, to my adoptive father to buy a car, to my adoptive brother to pay off debts, and I borrowed money from relatives and friends to start a business.
But no one thinks of me well. Even after they die, they will still ask for money from me and squeeze out every penny and every drop of my blood.
The adoptive mother said: "What does a girl do with so much money? She has to save it to buy a house for your brother!"
The adoptive father said: "What a heartless thing! I have raised you so much that every penny you earn must be mine."
The adoptive brother said: "Little bitch, it's great that you have money, but you don't have to give it all to me."
The third aunt said: "What's the use of having money? What's the use of studying? Marrying into a good family is the real thing."
I was submissive and resigned, but in return they pressed on me step by step and killed me.
If I live my life again, I won't spend another penny on them.
Intention: Born toward the sun