Heaven seemed exceptionally cruel to her: as if not having parents to cherish her wasn't enough, on her eighteenth birthday, it also made her step into empty air and tumble straight down from a high cliff. She didn't even have time to make a wish or say goodbye, only managing a wail in her heart that dying was one thing, but how could she die looking so hideous? A blossoming head, shattered limbs—just thinking about it made her want to cry without tears. She couldn't help but look up and demand of the heavens, what on earth did I do wrong to be treated this way? But was fate really just simply toying with her? When the sound of the wind whissed past her ears, and her body plunged into the unknown abyss, she did not know that this fall shattered her originally ordinary life.