My senior sister died, my aunt also died, and my grandfather, who loved me the most, became a vegetative state; I was scolded by my family as a disaster star and imprisoned for ten years. The only father who loved me also died on the day he quietly let me out of the basement. I was kicked out of my house and met my true love while picking up leftovers. He helped me open up my mind and make a counterattack to become a rich man, but I killed my husband on my wedding night. Help me, I have no choice!
