Reborn: I Tore Apart the Poisoned Comb

Summary

In my past life, after my roommate broke my comb, she gave me a new one, a wooden one with an intricate floral pattern.

The first night, our dorm room caught fire. The source was traced to my bed. I was officially reprimanded by the student advisor, a permanent mark on my record.

On the fifth day, my mother called to tell me our family was bankrupt. A sudden financial crisis had wiped us out. I sold everything of value, but it was a drop in the ocean.

On the tenth day, a strange illness took hold of me. I lay in bed, wasting away.