Life was hard, and it always would be.
Penny knew that.
In her first life, there wasn't a single thing she could remember that made her genuinely happy. From the day she was born, life kept throwing rocks at her, as if her mere existence was meant for that alone—to be mocked, to be hated, to be… alone.
If there was anything she learned in her first life, it was that she had to accept this life full of agony and bad luck. Even if she bought all the talismans in the world, nothing could repel the bad luck she was born with.
For once, knowing that someone was on her side and that eventually, people began to believe in her innocence should have made her happy. It should have made her feel festive and appreciative. But why… why was it so heavy?
Why was she crying?
Why did she feel so down after hearing the truth she thought she was ready for?
Why?
What was wrong with her?
