The woman looked terrible. Her shiny red hair all dried up. Her eyes, which had sparkled like jewels, were lifeless. Her soft skin was rough. Her voluptuous lips were chapped and split like a withered tree.
She, who was a charming and distinguished figure in the empire’s high society, has disappeared. Now, she is left, in this appearance, waiting for her death. The pain came once again.
When the woman knew her life was over, a man came into her mind.
A man she loved dearly, a man who still makes her heart tremble with resentment and pain.
Out of breath, the woman prayed desperately.
‘May I never love you in my next life….’