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Falling in the Snow Together, Sharing the Same White Hair

Everything from my previous life might have been stagnant in the year of my adulthood. The most profound memory before my death was the thousands of people surrounding my mansion. They smashed the door. Trash was thrown through the window, hitting my face. The smelling liquid flowed from my head to the ground. Looking at these twisted and resentful faces, I listened to their malicious curses. "Give us back the life of Princess Laura!" "Why do you want to take everything?" "Your sister has suffered enough!" So, I resolutely hanged myself and ended my life.