Minding My Own Business
During freshman boot camp, my roommate covered herself from head to toe in her homemade sunscreen every day.
It made her skin fair and soft, and made her smell so sweet that she drew the attention of countless young men.
Even my rich boyfriend led the campaign to crown her campus beauty queen.
But only I knew the fragrance she added to her sunscreen was toxic. It would make her skin rot if she used it for a long time.
I said nothing. Instead, I quietly applied to switch dorms.
In my last life, I had warned her out of kindness. She cried in front of everyone and said I was trying to isolate her.
All the young men called me jealous. My boyfriend broke up with me in anger, then pursued her instead.
It didn't take long for my roommate's skin to really start rotting, and I rushed to apply the salve made from an old family recipe.
The wounds healed, but her skin turned dark and rough. She went from campus beauty queen to campus joke overnight.
My boyfriend dumped her, and the other young men avoided her like the plague.
She blamed everything on my jealousy. On the day she was forced to withdraw from university, she tied me up on the top floor of a university building.
Then she poured a bucket of sulfuric acid over my head.
"It's all because of your accursed salve that everyone's laughing at me! You ruined my chance to marry into a rich family!"
I died from the torment.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the first day of my university's freshman boot camp.