Rose Blooms: Revenge on My Best Friend Who Killed MeChapter 1
In the previous life, Rose Wilson brought her useless family into my house and took over my property.
When I woke up again, I had already returned to 35 years ago.
The yellowed mirror showed the appearance of a beautiful young girl. I clenched the pen in my hand tightly and swallowed the taste of blood in my mouth.
Rose, in this life, you'd better stick together with your husband for the rest of your life.
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"Daisy, why do you look so pale?"
"Are you not feeling too well? Do you want to go take a rest?"
My mom glanced at me while busy, and there was a hint of concern in her tone.
I shook my head, put down the test paper, and went to help her sell goods, receiving a shocked look from my mom.
I suppressed the sourness in my heart and skillfully calculated and collected money.
In my previous life, I was instigated by Rose and foolishly believed that my mother was not respectable because she sold things on the street. Our relationship became worse.
In the end, I realized that Rose was provoking the relationship between my mom and me, while setting up a persona in front of my mom.
She pretended to care about me, but it was actually pitiful that I was not successful.
She let my mom on the verge of death rest assured that the money saved over the years was in her hands, but also asked Rose to take more care of me.
My mother, who had worked hard her whole life, still worried about her useless and foolish daughter even on her deathbed.
The money that went into Rose's pocket never came out again, and that money was gone.
Today, with my help, the cotton socks on the stall were sold out very quickly.
During dinner, my mother stood in front of me, feeling embarrassed. She vigorously wiped her rough hands on her apron and took out a wrinkled banknote.
"Daisy, I earned a lot of money today. Take it and buy something delicious."
I smiled and took the small stack of money, "Thank you, Mom. I'll go shopping with you tomorrow."
My mom was slightly stunned, and there were hidden tears flashing in the bottom of her eyes, "Okay... Okay..."
This was the first time in my two lifetimes that I went to the morning market to shop with my mom. The crowd was bustling, and from above, it looked like a moving electronic painting, with occasional smells of chicken and duck droppings in the air.