Hello,

This is reizenchuu, nice to meet you all!

So this is a web novel about a girl who isn’t very lucky. the chapters are pretty short and it’s meant to be read lightly. I’d like to know what you guys think about the synopsis so I can judge whether I will continue translating it or not.

I’m not sure about the posting pace, but I think I can manage to publish 1 chapter every 2 days? hopefully.

other than that, have a good read.

-Cheers!

Previous life

My name is Sakura.

The name of a flower that blooms in spring.

The reason behind my name is simply because I was born in spring.

A very simple reason.

Yet some drama actors would say something like.

"A name is the first love parents give to their children."

Really?

"There isn't a child who is born without being desired."

Really?

In that case, why am I getting murdered by my own parents now?

As far as I remember, my parents loathed each other to the point where it was mysterious why they married.

The both of them loved to work and apparently, they didn't expect me to be born.

I mean, after all, what they've done, how can they not expect something this obvious?

Because of me, my mom took a break and missed her most awaited chance of getting promoted at work.

Well, that's fine. Let's say that it's my fault, why not?

After all, she raised me with money she earned from her work and all.

Due to that incident, my mom came to hate me from the day I was born.

And since my father wasn't good at taking care of children as well, his conflicts with my mom increased by the time.

"How about you help me out sometimes?"

"Raising and housework is for the mother to take care of."

"It's not like I wanted to become a mother!"

It's not like I wanted to be born.

Those were the usual arguments and disputes between my parents.

Whenever they got into a conflict, I closed both my ears and my heart.

I always prayed to some unperceivable god for these days to stop.

But one day, I became unable to pray anymore.

I heard my mom screaming.

Before I could understand what was going on, my father, with bloodthirsty eyes was in front of me.

This is bad! Right when my instincts sensed the danger, I felt a hot fever in my stomach.

Strength left my entire body and I collapsed on the chilly floor.

A hot pain reached from my abdomen.

Life flowed out of me just like how blood and temperature streamed out of my body.

The last thing I saw before my vision turned completely dark was the back of my father running away while holding a knife.