F*ck Fate

Sometimes, her lazy imagination would think that she was punished. Was it because she killed a lot of people in her previous life? Lyca could only sigh. She was an anomaly in this world. Is that why the world just seemed to reject her and her dubious existence?

Lyca walked inside their master's bedroom. It has been two weeks since Shen Qui's funeral and this was the first time she walked inside their room. Walking inside, it immediately stuck her how lonely the room was. The bed that she loved the most was huge. Now she felt it was too huge for her small frame. She recalled loving such a huge bed like this.

Her King Size bed.

She used to think about it while she was out, working. It made her happy, excited. Now, however, it made her feel lonely. Sometimes death is indeed easier than living.