She Ripped My Dress, I Burned Her WorldChapter 1

The members of the runway team always loved to secretly tear my outfits.

During daily practice, she would sneakily alter my clothes when I wasn’t around, making me a laughingstock in front of the male models.

At one runway audition, she and I stepped onto the stage together, one on the left and one on the right. Suddenly, she yanked down my zipper, leaving me half-naked in front of the audience.

She always laughed and said,

“Come on, it’s just a little joke. Don’t be so serious.”

“And besides, your figure is amazing—let everyone enjoy the view.”

Later, just as I was about to be crowned champion of the Model Championship held every three years, she tore my outfit apart during a live broadcast.

With no time to repair it, I had no choice but to go on stage. The officials claimed I had exposed myself intentionally and banned me for life.

After that, I became the target of millions of netizens’ cyberbullying, a public disgrace, until I fell into depression and ended my life.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the very moment she first “altered” my clothes. The pain in my wrist hadn’t even faded.