Song Ci

The Miller family had a troublemaker in the family. Her name was Amelia Miller. Her mother died in childbirth when she was born. Her stepmother fell off a flight of stairs while pregnant and died. Amelia's father punished her by making her face the wall in the attic. The attic was dark and humid, and there was no sunlight at all. Nobody brought her food, and Amelia thought she might very well die there. Moments before her death, she dialed a number that her mother had told her before she passed away. 

After she hung up, there were rumbling sounds all around her. The Miller family's residence was surrounded by a group of bodyguards dressed in black. Eight men got out of their cars, each with a different aura. They went directly to the attic. 

The man who led them went down on one knee and held Amelia, unconscious, in his arms. He had a solemn expression on his face. "The Miller family needs to go bankrupt." 

After sleeping the entire night, Amelia woke up to find that her father was bankrupt. Her family members were all homeless. Meanwhile, she... 

She had eight uncles and a kind grandfather who loved her dearly. 

Amelia's father regretted what he did, and he was unwilling to accept his fate. So what if Amelia was living a good life now? She was still the troublemaker who got her mother killed and her father bankrupt! 

Little did he know, after Amelia returned to her uncle's house, their luck only seemed to improve. Even her bedridden grandmother could now get out of bed and dance in the square! Finally, a god-like man claimed to be her father. He pampered her to the point where the entire world became envious of her.

Mia is Not a Trouble-Maker!

The room was well lit. The room was bright. Amelia's round little face was full of concern. Even though she always called her Nine, the worry in her eyes was real.

Nine's eyes reddened and a tear fell without warning. She said stubbornly, "Who asked you to save me…"

Amelia panicked when she saw Nine crying. She waved her hand. "No, don't cry. No, Sister Moon, don't cry…"

Nine burst into tears, as if no one had ever said this to her before: Don't cry. She didn't know what was going on either. She suddenly felt extremely sad, like a balloon that had finally found an outlet. She cried uncontrollably.

Nine cried and said stubbornly, "Who asked you to save… Boohoo, isn't this making me even more useless? Boohoo, go away, go away!"

Amelia: "Yes, you're the most useful!"

Nine: "And you hit me… hit my face…"

Nine: "Boohoohoo, I don't accept it. You slapped my face and made it swollen…"

I'm Not Responsible If It Hurts