May the Red Candle Shine Before You

I hated my father for twenty years. Just because he poisoned his wife with his own hands and turned her into a vegetative state. I was betrayed by my relatives and framed by my best friend. I kicked the evil boy to pieces and was chased by him. It seems that I was born with bad luck and deserved to be trapped in the mire. I thought this life was over, but a poor student with no father or mother came forward to rescue me and led me to escape the pursuit. After treading down the thorns, I was born toward the sun, and eventually became a proud daughter of heaven, tearing apart my enemies with my own hands.