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On my eighteenth birthday, my life went into crazy mode. My mother-in-law, who raised me from a young age, dies unexpectedly. I met a reserved and dazzlingly beautiful man and had to be intimate for a hundred days. Suddenly, I was surrounded by things that wanted me dead and couldn't get rid of me. Originally thought that these are not related to each other, but I did not realize that they are already destined. Autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves are still scattered, the god bird perched on the sycamore.