Fishing the Myriad Heavens - Chapter 471 - Foundations

Quietly crossed over to an ancient peasant girl who could be deceived by everyone.

She was sold on the day she crossed the road, well, she took the betrayal by hand and stepped on the scumbag. She controls her freedom, she decides her marriage, she decides her future, and no one wants to point fingers at her!

Quietly and domineeringly, he patted his deed to the man next to him: “Take it away, I will be yours from now on.”

Man: “…”

The man dotes on her very much, she does whatever she wants, and abuses all kinds of scum with her. The two of them lived extremely well in their childhood.

It’s the identity of a man…

(Shuangwen, strong men and strong women, 1v1 favorite text)

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I gave them my everything.My time… my strength… my heart.I trained while they slept.I smiled when they laughed.I stayed… even when it hurt.And what did I get?Nothing.They looked at me like I was pathetic.Like, I didn’t belong.Like I was… less.But I... the naive person I am, continued trusting them.They told me to act like trash, fine—I became trash.They told me to act like a scumbag, fine—I played the role.However...One mistake, one single moment...That’s all it took.And they threw me away.But now…Someone else woke up in my body.A stranger, a man who doesn’t know the pain I suffered, but wears my face.Let’s see what he does with it.Because me?I’m done with this life, so to the soul who took over my body...This is your mess now…'Gray'.

Throughout this current life of mine, I will pay no attention to my past lives, nor will I seek future lives. I wish to live vigorously, to pay back debt of gratitude and fulfill duty to avenge, to defeat valiant heroes from all species, and to proudly laugh at all the Gods and Demons of the Six Path of Reincarnation!

Every author loves their story.Sure, you may get tired of writing it after quite a while, but even so; it was a novel you enjoyed writing before, no?The words you put consideration to, the effort you did research overnight.The thrill to have a reader, the thought of someone enjoyed your work.All of it was something you used to cherish, but you may end up forgetting the joy over small things one day as you move on.Everyone loves their work.But some forget they did.