I suffer from a skin disease and was scratching my itch in the library, but I was bombarded with private messages from millions of netizens. Only then did I realize that I had been falsely accused of sexual harassment by the little fairy. I took out my diagnosis report to prove my innocence, but the little fairy burst into tears: "You know how to make excuses. How could I, a girl, use my innocence to frame you?" Even my brother helped her speak. "Why do people only frame you and not others? Can you look for your own problems?" I couldn't stand the online violence and died of a heart attack the day before the trial. Grandpa couldn't bear my death and turned directly into a vegetative state. His parents severed ties with his brother and committed suicide by turning on the gas at home. And the little fairy not only successfully protected the research, but also dug up my grave and used my ashes to make fireworks. When I opened my eyes again, I was actually reborn on the day when she asked me to go to the library to occupy a seat.
