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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!

"Now tell me, what do you think of me?"

Grace asked with a playful smile and fervent eyes while pointing at her own face.

Emilin tilted her head, showing her confusion while asking Grace to explain at the same time.

"Well, what do you think? My age? Horoscope? Hobbies? Bloodtype? How would you profile me?" She elaborated.

There was a moment of silence as Emilin thought of how to respond while wondering whether anyone else would respond to Grace seriously.

Well, she wasn't anyone else so it didn't really matter, plus, it would be rude to leave someone's question hanging unanswered when they asked so directly.

It wasn't as if it was a question about herself or an invasion of privacy either.

"Around 19 of age, has a passion for makeup, believes in horoscopes. I assume you also believe that people's personalities can be affected by their blood types, so not a type B. Maybe a little superstitious too?"

Makeover Pt III: (*Tada!*)

Makeover Pt III: (Tada!)