I followed my mother's arrangement and married my husband.
After marriage, he revealed his true colors of being infertile and deceiving me into marriage.
When I was driven to despair and standing on the rooftop due to domestic violence, I heard the rescue team calling my mother.
A cold voice came from the other end.
"She has enjoyed twenty years of happiness. Can't she live better than me all the time?"
At that moment, I understood that my mother had always been jealous of me.
I closed my eyes and smiled with relief as I jumped off the building.
When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the year I was 17.
