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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!

"I'm assuming that this place is not open for visitations?" Mason hesitantly asked. He was currently hoping for the best but preparing his heart for the worse, he didn't want to get his hopes up too high.

The chances that he would be able to visit the farm were abysmally low, and let's not talk about taking photos, photographic evidence of the existence of such a place, even just knowing the location and going there would be risky for the first party.

Still, if Mason didn't try, the chances would be 0.

Miss Lenin gave Mason a bitter smile, but her response was actually rather unexpected.

That sounded eerily close to impossible, but it still gave Mason some level of expectation.

Owen also had question marks written all over his face as he looked at Miss Lenin, which was in full view for Mason to see. It was clear that Owen hadn't expected this either.

Dinner Pt V: (Sister Margo~)