Princess Liang

Yan Zixi felt that she was possessed by a god of bad luck. Her parents, who were worth over 100 million yuan, crashed in a plane. Her fiancé, who had been pursuing her for several years, actually had an infatuated Bai Yueguang. She went to the hospital for a physical examination because she felt unwell and was found to have terminal cancer. She couldn't be more unlucky. After being depressed for a few days, Yan Zixi learned the hard way that even if he died, he couldn't let the scumbag and Bai Yueguang get away with it, and the billions left by his parents couldn't fall on them. So he blocked all communications with his scumbag fiancé, transferred his company shares, donated most of his net worth, and walked away without taking a piece of his fortune. A person dragged his broken body that was about to enter a coffin on a quick trip, and unfortunately encountered a series of car accidents. The pain hit him, his eyes were full of blood, but his heart felt unprecedentedly calm. Maybe this was the best ending. . . . . . However, when she opened her eyes again, she was actually on a swaying carriage, looking at her body that had shrunk more than twice as much. Is there anything else besides a wry smile?