In my last life, I sold myself and sacrificed my dignity to keep my mother and younger sister alive.
Once my sister grew up, she despised me for it.
“If you hadn’t been involved with Master Su, how could such a wonderful marriage have fallen through?
Young Master Su liked me so much.
He was going to marry me.”
She had forgotten that Master Su was my first patron.
That night, I had swallowed my shame and gone to him only to pay for a doctor when she was burning with fever.
I, too, had a childhood sweetheart who had promised to marry me.
Later, Mother helped my sister poison me.
I died in agony in our own home.
Their tears fell on my face.
“The rest of us have to live.
We had no choice.”
When I was given another life, I woke on the very day of my sister’s fever.
