The Love's Descent

The neighbor's young uncle got drunk and mistook me for his pure love, passionately making love to me all night.

Upon sobering up, he coldly kicked me out of bed,

"Celestine, considering last night was your first time, I'll give you a wedding."

"As for anything else, don't even dream about it."

The man got up to leave, but I grabbed the hem of his shirt.

In my past life, I got my wish and married him, devotedly being a good wife for five years, praised by everyone.

Yet because my parents glanced sideways at his pure love, he schemed to make them fall into debt and jump off a building.

I refused his pure love to attend my parents' funeral.

In return, he abandoned me by the roadside, where I was crushed by a truck, torn to pieces, one corpse and three lives lost.

After rebirth, I coldly told him:

"Mr. Smith, you're mistaken. Nothing happened last night."