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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!

"Teacher, how can you say that about me?" Emilin blinked twice in succession with her eyes drooping as if tears were about to be shed.

"Of course I'm not a psycho," Emilin claimed full-heartedly.

She could admit that she was probably a little messed up in some aspects, but who wasn't?

Such a big jump in assumptions hurt Emilin's feelings.

Mason saw how hurt his student was and instantly regretted his words.

He may have been a little excessive, but it was a real worry of his, okay?

"Okay, okay, how about you just tell me what you meant and explain it extensively," Mason sighed and relented.

If it had something to do with photography, he may be able to help, but if it had something to do with the body, such as hand tremors or something psychological, Mason felt like he was probably more useless than a pig.

Lines that are destined to meet Pt VIII: (Stairs)