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Emilin died a tragically sad death in her first life, if you could call it a life at all.

No friends, no family, no ambition, no desire, no emotions.

NOTHING. BUT this time, she was determined to live her life to the FULLEST!

Emilin: [Who am I even?]

DOTING BIG BROTHERS: [Bah! Who else but our cutest little sister?]

LOVING PARENTS: [Ah! Our little angel of course.]

OTHER CLASSMATES: [Who is this ice queen? So cool!]

BEST FRIENDS: [Why is this so-called 24/7 ice face so clingy. But she’s too cute when she’s pouting! You’re our adorable little cinnamon roll.]

HANDSOME ML: [Yeah, why are you so cling to them? Come be clingy with me! You are mine, as much as I am yours.]

BUSINESS PARTNERS: [Who the fuck are you talking about? Surely, we do not speak of the same person! You are the little devil that descended from the 7 heavens, our little ancestor.]

To Live Again, For the First Time!

To be fair, the old lady was not completely at fault.

Emilin's words and actions were just too deceiving and misleading, even if it was not intentional.

Her photos were a mess and she had only just picked up the camera that very same day, yet she spoke as if she had been inseparable from her camera for a long time and that photography was her lifelong dream.

Emilin had clearly only started hours ago with absolutely no knowledge in the field.

She had ZERO professional knowledge. Never had she taken 1 lesson in her life, and it was very likely that she hadn't in her previous life either.

It was quite understandable that the old lady, who knew none of this, had misunderstood. After all, Emilin said that she was going to pursue this in college, yet her skills were this incredibly subpar.

Path Pt III: (Accepting)