I am beautiful, no matter which life, I am a great beauty who captivates the country and the city.

Men covet women's jealousy.

That's the biggest reason why I'm miserable.

Those people, the men are resentful when they don't get it, and the women are jealous when they see so many men circling around me.

That's why everybody likes to insult me in the most vicious language.

The more unbearable they said to me, the more miserable I was, the happier they became.

Now, I am no longer high, I am beginning to fall, as they say, to be a witch, to seduce the hearts of all men in the world, to play with them in applause!

It makes those women jealous, resentful, and even crazy!

Then he shook off the man who hooked his hand.

It was a pleasure to see them fascinated by me, suffer for me, fight for me.

Seeing everyone being played around by me, all kinds of jealousy and resentment, and even going to the death for me, I got unprecedented pleasure.

In this kind of depravity, I have suffered so many lifetimes of anger, and I have finally been relieved.

Some people say that I am a madman, a demon girl who causes trouble.

I didn't refute it, and I accepted it generously.

Who's to say it isn't.

I'm crazy, driven crazy by people who are full of righteousness and morality!

I was also naïve and kind, what did the world give back to me?

Burned by fire, drowned by water, beaten to death with sticks!

I won't die well, and I won't make others happy!

Let's go to hell together.

It was like this, dying in agony, and then welcoming the colder night.

In every life, I will still be misunderstood, I will still be scolded as a demon vixen, and I will still die a bad death.

However, I'm used to it, I don't resist anymore, I bear it silently, after all, it's useless to resist, it's all fate.

Slowly, I even deliberately covered myself with wounds, a piercing pain, which made me feel that I was still alive and a living person.

And not a walking corpse.

Sometimes I wonder what's the point of a day like this.

It's just that after thinking about it, I realized that what can I do if it's boring, I can't get rid of it.

I used to yearn for the light, but fate made me sink in the darkness.

Depravity, numbness.

Drunk and dreaming of death, the walking dead.

How long have these days passed? It's been several lifetimes, and there have been ten lifetimes.

I don't remember, and I don't want to remember, after all, it's not a good memory.

Man is not dead, but the heart is dead.

I thought that in the future, I would be wasted like this, sinking in the fall, living in a dark hell, and I would never see the light in my life again.

Until, I met a man.

That's a man who glows.

Very handsome, the embodiment of justice.

His personality is not what I like, and arguably the kind of person I hate the most.

Because he represents the light.

And I, living in darkness.

It's just, for some reason, the first time I saw him, I was intrigued.

There seems to be a magic in him that can make me moths to fire.

His appearance was like a ray of light, shining straight into the darkness, and from then on, there was a little more light in my life.

Why this happened, I didn't know at the time.

After living for so many lives, I have seen men who walk in all colors, and it is not unseen that he is upright, but there has never been a man who will give me one, it is him.

This life is how he feels.

I didn't know until a long, long time later, when I remembered all the memories.

Because this is not my first encounter with him, but a reunion.

(End of chapter)