Li Anning, whose family was ruined, had just been kicked out by her aunt and was sitting on the curb. She thought that this winter seemed to be even colder. If she froze to death like this, would it look particularly ugly when someone found her tomorrow? After thinking about it, he decided not to burden others, found a corner, wrote a suicide note, and tried to keep his expression as less scary as possible.
When he woke up again, Li Anning was lying on a mahogany bed, "It's so warm here." This was Li Anning's first thought when she woke up.
"Miss, you finally woke up. You scared Haitang to death. Wuwuwu~" The girl in front of her looked like she was only twelve or thirteen years old, holding Li Anning and crying.
"Miss?" Look at the clothes you are wearing.
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What the hell is this? ! ! ! A dying dream?
Purpose: I am born with talents that will be useful. Who says women are inferior to men?