Rebirth Bl

“พลสัญญากับพี่ได้ไหม ต่อจากนี้ไม่ว่าจะเกิดอะไรขึ้น สัญญาได้ไหมว่าจะไม่ปล่อยมือกัน"

ยีนส์เด็กหนุ่มบ้านนอก ต้องมาผจญโลกในเมืองกรุง ท่ามกลางแสงสี จนหลงระเริงเมื่อถูกทอดทิ้ง เขาจึงคิดได้ กลับมายืนหยัด ด้วยลำแข้งตัวเอง

“ค... คุณผู้ชาย หักเงินเดือนส่วนของฉันไปเลยก็ได้จ้ะ ฉันไม่อยากติดหนี้บุญคุณ” “ถ้าไม่อยากติดหนี้บุญคุณก็ตั้งใจทำงานบ้าน” “จ้ะ…” ชายร่างกำยำเดินกะจะกลับขึ้นเรือนไปผลัดผ้าเข้านอนพลางตวัดหางตาส่องตะเกียงมองไปยังห้องน้อยใต้ถุนเรือน คิดอยู่เพียงครู่แล้วจึงค่อยก้าวเหยียบขั้นบันไดสาวเท้าเข้าห้องนอนของตน แม้จะซ่อนหูหางไว้แล้วแต่จะเรียกกลับมาเมื่อไหร่ก็ได้ทั้งสิ้น ดังนั้นเมื่ออยู่ในห้องส่วนตัวบนร่างหนาของชายสักยันต์จึงปรากฏเป็นใบหูสีขาวและหางยาวลายพร้อยสีดำซึ่งกระดิกไปมาอย่างอารมณ์ดี ก่อนจะเทตัวลงเตียงดีดดิ้นไปมาอย่างไม่รักษามาด พร้อมกรีดร้องอยู่ในใจ ‘วันนี้น้องเปลวก็น่ารักอีกแล้ว!’ ตอนวิ่งมาดูลูกด้วยความเป็นห่วงก็น่ารัก ตอนมองเขาอย่างเกรงใจเป็นกังวลก็น่ารัก ไม่ว่าจะมองมุมไหนทำอะไรหรือแค่ยืนหายใจน้องเปลวก็น่ารักไปหมดเลย ถ้ารู้ว่าจะดีใจกับของเล่นจักสานแบบนี้เขาน่าจะเหมามาให้ทั้งร้าน!

On New Year's Eve, my daughter was critically ill. As she took her last breath, she said she just wanted to see her father one last time. But I couldn't bear to tell her the truth that her father was with someone else's child, lighting fireworks and celebrating New Year's Eve together. Beside me, calls continued being made, but none of them went through. My daughter passed away with regret in her heart, and I followed her into despair, jumping to end it all. Now that I've been given a second chance to live again, I looked at the man in front of me whose eyes were full of guilt and helplessness. However, my heart remained calm. "Just this once, Mariah. Tonya is sick, and she really needs me—" I cut him off and went to pick up my daughter. "Get out of my sight."

My best friend, Scarlett Throne, is diagnosed with cancer. After running away from home, she takes her own life. She leaves behind only a testament and a pair of eight-year-old twins, a boy and a girl. "You're the only person I can rely on in this world. I'm not asking you to adopt them, but just make sure they have enough to eat." Out of compassion, I take the siblings in. For the next 20 years, my husband and I have been working hard together to raise them, buying them cars and houses. But one day, my adopted daughter reports my husband for being abusive toward her. Even my supposedly dead best friend suddenly appears and testifies against him. I demand to know why she does such a thing. My best friend, filled with righteous indignation, says, "I see you as my best friend! I've never thought you adopted my children just to serve your husband's perversions!" My husband's reputation is ruined, and he's been thrown in jail. I desperately try to prove his innocence, only to be forcibly sent to a mental hospital by my adopted son. There, I wither away and die. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back on the very day my best friend was diagnosed with cancer.

My parents used the compensation money from my sister's car accident to buy a four-room house, but they only let me stay in the bathroom. My twin brothers, who were not even a year old, each had their own room. When the twins grew up, they got into a car accident. One of them needed a corneal transplant, the other needed a heart. My parents begged me to donate and save them. When I tried to escape, they betrayed me. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back to the time just after my sister's death. I sought justice for my sister and myself, and made my parents pay for what they had done.

I saved the current queen with my medical expertise and ability to save patients from the clutches of death itself. To fulfil my long-time wish, the queen intended to order that I was to marry the son of a marquess, Eldwin Gennings. However, I fell on my knees and begged her to let me marry a notoriously useless rich heir instead. The queen was shocked. After all, everyone in the Royal Capital knew that I had been in love with Eldwin since we were young. I had even said several times that I would not marry anyone but him. In my past life, I had indeed married Eldwin, just as I wished, but on the night of our wedding, he left me waiting alone in our bedroom. The next day, he married my half-sister as his second wife. I was bullied and framed by my half-sister. As a result, Eldwin cut my wrist tendons and damaged my arms permanently. In the end, my wounds got infected, and I died. When I opened my eyes again, time had rewound to the day the queen ordered me and Eldwin to be married. This time, when he found out that I wanted to marry someone else, he went mad and begged me to take him in.

My sister-in-law and I have always been close, and we happened to be pregnant at the same time. However, during a routine check-up, she was diagnosed with uterine fibroids. I urged her to have surgery as soon as possible, but she refused and instead claimed her sallow complexion was a sign she was carrying a "child of fortune." She then retreated to the countryside to rest and nurture her pregnancy. Nine months later, while I grieved the loss of my stillborn child, she came back from the countryside with a baby girl in her arms. Consumed by the suspicion that the child was rightfully mine, I demanded a DNA test. That same night, my own mother and brother conspired to take my life. After my death, I discovered it was all a conspiracy. My family had orchestrated everything to swap my child for hers. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back to the moment before I took her for that fateful check-up.

My sister pushes her daughter at a murderer so she can win the prize in a photography competition. After this, she even uses the incident and my name to extort the victim to pay an astronomical sum as compensation. The victim stabs me to death in a fit of rage. When my son, who is brought up by me, learns the truth, he doesn't seek justice for me. Instead, he scatters my ashes in the sea and says, "My mother told me that I would've been the happiest child in the world if not for you taking the wrong child home back then." When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to when my daughter was five years old. I have a month until her death. This time, I'm going to protect my child to the best of my abilities. I won't bother about an ingrate anymore.

A week before summer break, my boyfriend’s childhood sweetheart threw a fit, insisting on going to Tanond to watch a strip show. She even convinced our entire class to go with them. I kept warning them that it was not safe, that it could be some kind of new scam, and begged them not to go. When they refused to listen, I secretly reported it to the police. On the day of their departure, the police stopped them right at customs. A few days later, a male stripper suddenly went viral overnight. When she found out about it, she got so furious her eyes turned red. “It’s all Zoey’s fault! If it weren’t for her, we could’ve seen an international superstar's strip show!” On the first day we went back to school, they drugged me and made ten men teach me how to dance. “Didn’t you stop us from watching a strip show? Then you can perform one for us yourself.” The next day, my photos of strip show were all over social media. After that, I jumped off a building out of despair. When I opened my eyes again, it was once again the day his little sweetheart demanded that trip to Tanond.