My sister-in-law’s eyesight isn’t very good. Before they got married, I was walking down the street side-by-side with my brother. She mistook me for a mistress and punched me straight in the face. My eyeball ruptured, leaving me blind in one eye. Yet, my future sister-in-law, Tiffany, just stuck out her tongue and laughed, “My eyesight is bad; I made a mistake. I’m about to marry your brother, so we’ll be family soon. You shouldn’t hold a grudge against me.” My mom and brother also told me to let it go, saying I shouldn’t ruin my brother’s lifelong happiness. After the wedding, I was taking a shower at home when Tiffany rushed into the bathroom with a kettle of boiling water and poured it over me. I suffered severe burns all over my body, but Tiffany cried and threw herself into my brother’s arms, sobbing, “I just love you too much. I can’t stand any woman being near you.” My brother was touched by her words and didn’t blame her. My entire family dumped me in the hospital to rot, and I eventually died from a massive infection. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the moment before I went out with my brother. 1 “Tiffany’s birthday is coming up. I need to get her a gift. Sis, come with me to pick one out.” Brandon shoved my shoulder, jolting me awake. The phantom pain of scalding water burning my skin hadn’t faded yet. I immediately rolled up my sleeve, only to find my arm smooth and unscarred. “What are you doing? Let’s go,” Brandon urged, his voice raising a notch when I didn’t respond. I ignored him and checked the date on my phone. Finally, I was sure. I had been reborn. “I can’t. My stomach has been killing me these past few days. I can’t go out,” I said, clutching my abdomen and frowning. “You always have so many issues. I’m a woman too; I know you’re just faking it. Get up and go shopping with your brother!” My mom heard the commotion and walked over, yanking my arm forcefully. Caught off guard, I fell to the floor. The pain I was faking suddenly became real. But now wasn’t the time to argue. I couldn’t go out. I had to save my eyes. “Mom, why don’t you go with Brandon? You have better taste than I do. If Tiffany knows you picked the gift, she’ll be even happier.” Mom rolled her eyes. “I’m busy. I don’t have time.” I knew exactly what was happening. Brandon wanted me to go so I would pay for the gift. Mom knew it too, which was why she didn’t want to go. I immediately took out my phone and transferred a sum of money to him. “I’ll pay for it. Since the season is changing, buy yourself some new clothes too.” Seeing the money, Mom’s expression softened instantly. Seeing that the bill was covered, Brandon didn’t care who went with him anymore. “Fine. Mom, go change your clothes. Let’s head out.” Mom turned to go to her bedroom, and I followed her. “Mom, wear this one. It looks good and makes you look younger and vibrant.” I pulled a bright-colored outfit from the closet and handed it to her. She put it on without a second thought. Watching the two of them leave, I let out a long sigh of relief. But soon, I followed them out. Brandon and Mom went to the mall. Brandon already knew what he wanted to buy, so they headed straight for the luxury counters on the first floor. I watched from a distance but didn’t approach. Soon, a familiar figure appeared. Brandon’s girlfriend, Tiffany, was walking arm-in-arm with her best friend toward the counters. Her friend spotted Brandon first. “Tiff, isn’t that your boyfriend over there?” Tiffany squinted and looked. She saw Brandon walking arm-in-arm with a woman, talking and laughing, looking very happy. Because the woman had her hair down, Tiffany couldn’t see her face clearly. But it didn’t matter if she could see the face. Confirming it was a woman was enough. “Great. He lied to me saying he was picking out a gift for me, but he’s actually messing around with some homewrecker. Watch me teach her a lesson!” Tiffany rolled up her sleeves and charged forward, shouting at their backs, “Brandon!” Mom and Brandon turned their heads at the sound. The next second, a fist smashed right into my mom’s eye socket. “Ah!” Mom screamed, clutching her eye and stumbling back a few steps. “You’re really desperate, aren’t you? Even going for someone this old? If you want to break up, just say it!” Brandon was terrified. When he snapped out of it, he immediately went to support Mom. Seeing this, Tiffany got even angrier. “I’ll beat you to death, you old fox! Shameless old hag!” “Are you crazy?! That’s my mom!” Brandon shouted. Tiffany’s hand froze in mid-air. “W-what?” Mom covered her eye, wailing in pain. “My eye hurts so much! I can’t see! Son, my eye!” “Auntie, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I thought you were…” Tiffany reached out to help Mom, but after being punched, Mom wasn’t about to be nice. She ignored Tiffany and grabbed onto Brandon, screaming, “Take me to the hospital! Son, Mom can’t see!” They immediately hailed a taxi to the hospital, ignoring Tiffany the entire time. Knowing she was in the wrong and not wanting to break up yet, Tiffany followed them. Watching this farce from the shadows, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. 2 In my previous life, after Tiffany blinded me, I demanded police involvement. But Tiffany self-righteously claimed, “My eyesight is bad. Who told you two to walk so close? Even if you’re siblings, you should have boundaries.” “You only lost one eye. Are you going to ruin your brother’s happiness forever? As a sister, you’re too vicious.” I was so angry I almost vomited blood. I took out my phone to call the police, but Mom snatched it away and slapped me across the face. “You troublemaker! You’re just blind in one eye, not both! Will you only be satisfied if your brother is unhappy?!” Because I became disabled, the promotion that belonged to me was gone. The leadership moved me to a dead-end position serving tea and water. Then came the boiling water incident. After I was scalded, Tiffany laughed maniacally. “Fox, burn to death! Burn to death!” When the steam cleared and she realized it was me, she feigned shock. “Why is it you, sis? Why are you showering in the middle of the day? Are you trying to seduce my husband?” I was in agony all over. Ignoring my nakedness, I rushed out and called 911. I needed skin grafts. But Brandon and Mom stole my savings and told the doctors, “We’re giving up treatment. Just let her pass away.” Before I died from infection, Tiffany stood over my hospital bed, looking down at me. “In your next life, stay away from other people’s husbands. Otherwise, you won’t even know how you died.” I died in excruciating pain. At my funeral, that adulterous couple still smeared my name, claiming I seduced my own brother and that my death was karma. I lived in pain and died without peace. Thankfully, the heavens opened their eyes and gave me another chance. This time, I won’t let a single one of these villains go. 3 Brandon contacted me on the way, telling me to come to the hospital. When I arrived, the doctor was examining Mom. Tiffany looked me up and down when she saw me. “You are?” In this life, I deliberately kept my distance from them, so she hadn’t met me yet. I smiled. “You must be Tiffany. I’m Brandon’s sister. You two are really a perfect match.” Hearing this, Tiffany didn’t say anything else. Her punch in the mall had used all her strength. She had intended to beat the “mistress” to death. Mom’s eyeball had ruptured on impact, and blood was continuously flowing from the corner of her eye. The doctor sighed. “We must perform surgery immediately to remove the eyeball.” Hearing this news, Mom gasped, rolled her good eye back, and nearly fainted. I quickly stepped forward to support her. “My poor mother! Who did this to you? How will you live with only one eye?!” Hearing my wailing, Mom immediately remembered she hadn’t settled the score with Tiffany yet. She stood up, grabbed Tiffany by the hair, and slapped her repeatedly with her free hand. “Bitch! Give me back my eye! Give me back my eye!” Tiffany was a bully who only picked on the weak. She was good at sneak attacks but was no match for my mom in a real fight. Beaten without the ability to fight back, she could only scream for Brandon to save her. Brandon didn’t know who to help, so he could only separate them. “Son, break up with this little slut immediately! This kind of woman absolutely cannot enter our family!” Tiffany, eyes filled with tears from the beating, clung to Brandon’s arm. “Hubby, I know I was wrong. I just lost my reason because I love you too much.” Then she looked at Mom. “Auntie, I’ve decided to devote myself to you. I’ll marry into your family as an apology. I’ll be your daughter-in-law, take care of you, and be your eyes.” Hearing this, a satisfied smile appeared on Brandon’s face. He was clearly happy with this outcome. However, Mom was not. She cursed at Tiffany, “Our family doesn’t dare to take a shrew like you! Get out! I don’t want to see you!” She didn’t forget to threaten Brandon, “If you stay with this woman, don’t call me your mother!” Seeing the stalemate, I quickly stepped in to smooth things over and led the two of them out of the ward. I sighed. “Mom is furious right now; she won’t listen to anything. You two wait outside for a bit. I’ll talk to her.” Tiffany, having just been beaten, had no patience for my mom and sat down heavily on a bench. Brandon immediately followed her. After they left, I returned to the ward. Tiffany had to marry into our family. The suffering I endured in my past life, this family needed to taste it too. I sat next to Mom and spoke earnestly, “Mom, calm down. Don’t ruin your health. The damage is done. Let’s think about the future.” Mom, still angry, looked at me. “What do you mean?” A while later, I called the two outside back in. “I agree to let you marry my son,” Mom said to Tiffany. 4 Tiffany’s face lit up, but before she could speak, Mom stopped her. “But I have conditions.” “First, you blinded one of my eyes. You have to pay for the surgery and hospitalization.” “Second, regarding the expensive wedding gifts and financial demands, I think we can skip that. If it weren’t for the fact that you’re Brandon’s girlfriend, I would have called the police. With my injury, if I pressed charges, you’d go to prison.” Tiffany was unhappy about skipping the financial gifts, but Mom immediately threatened to call the police. I quickly advised Tiffany, “Tiff, once you marry in, we’re family. Talking about money hurts relationships. Besides, you and Brandon aren’t married yet. If Mom really calls the police and arrests you, what will you do? This isn’t a domestic dispute; it’s a crime! It would ruin your future children’s chances for government jobs.” Not paying the engagement money benefited Brandon, so he immediately joined us in persuading Tiffany. She couldn’t out-talk three mouths and finally agreed. Hearing that their daughter had blinded her future mother-in-law, Tiffany’s parents didn’t dare say anything either. Because Mom needed surgery, there was no wedding ceremony. They just got the marriage certificate, and the matter was settled. Mom’s eyeball was removed, leaving a dark, hollow socket. I bought her an eyepatch so she wouldn’t scare people. Tiffany moved into our house. Mom was busy finding trouble for her every day and completely ignored me. Perhaps because they were newlyweds, Brandon and Tiffany’s relationship was still quite good. But Tiffany wouldn’t stop causing drama. One day, Tiffany wanted to visit her parents and asked Brandon to drive her. When she got in the car, she found the passenger seat had been moved forward. This time, she was slightly more rational. She didn’t make a scene immediately but kept it in mind. When she came back, she pretended to ask me casually, “Sis, did you sit in Brandon’s passenger seat a few days ago and adjust the seat?” I looked blank. “Adjust the seat? No, I didn’t.” Tiffany was silent for a moment. “Maybe my eyes are playing tricks on me.” “Yeah, I’m taller than you. If I adjusted it, I’d move it back, not forward.” After I said this, Tiffany’s hand clenched into a fist. She was already short. If the seat was moved forward, it meant the person was shorter than her. It could only be a woman. In Tiffany’s eyes, this was undoubtedly a provocation. This “mistress” was very arrogant. But it didn’t matter. She had ways to deal with her. Seeing the cruel smile on her face, I knew what she was planning. I silently stepped back into my room to avoid being caught in the crossfire. That evening, Brandon, who usually arrived home at 6:30, was late. Mom called him, but he didn’t answer. Tiffany smiled. “Mom, don’t wait for him. Let’s eat first. He probably won’t be back for a while.” Hearing this, Mom snorted coldly. “Eat, eat, you only know how to eat. My son works so hard outside and can’t even get a hot meal when he comes home.” Tiffany was clearly in a good mood and didn’t argue with Mom. A while later, the door opened. Brandon came back looking like he had lost his soul, his eyes dull, his forehead dripping with sweat. He looked up and scanned the three of us. Then he gritted his teeth and spoke, “Which one of you put superglue on my car seat?”

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I had a two-year relationship with a younger guy. He was good-looking, sunny, energetic, and likable. When I planned to take things further, we had a conflict. In a fit of anger, the man stopped calling me “sister” and blurted out a phrase instead. “Old turtle.” Later, at his lively birthday party, I happened to be dining at the next table with a new man I met. He rushed over crazily: “Sister, let’s stop the cold war, okay?” I looked at him with a faint smile: “Sorry, we’ve already broken up.” “By the way, don’t call me sister anymore. Call me sister-in-law.” 1 When the words came out, both Ethan Clark and I were stunned. “Old turtle.” I never thought this term would come out of Ethan’s mouth. “I, I didn’t mean that.” Ethan’s face softened a bit, but his words still didn’t yield an inch: “Anya, I’m only in my early twenties. Do you want me to be as lifeless as you at such a young age?” I felt inexplicably tired. Ethan is young and energetic. Still a graduate student, after we moved in together, he had dinner parties every two or three days, often playing until two or three in the morning before coming back. I didn’t have his energy, plus with recent work pressure, I often suffered from insomnia and was a light sleeper. Every time Ethan opened the door and came back drunk at night, the noise would ruin my whole night. For one or two months in a row, my mental state had tightened into a string, and the fatigue caused by poor sleep eroded my body. I tried to persuade him to reduce such unnecessary gatherings. In a fit of anger, Ethan blurted out a sentence. “No wonder they all say you’re an old turtle, an old woman who doesn’t even allow parties.” At that moment, I was stunned. It was as if I had never clearly known the man in front of me. Stalemate for a few minutes. Ethan’s phone rang, and a male voice on the other end urged: “Ethan, haven’t arrived yet? Not trapped at home by Sister Anya, are you?” “No way, Brother Ethan, that old turtle even restricts your personal freedom?” The latter sentence was said by a girl. I had seen this girl, considered the group favorite among Ethan’s brothers. She looked cute and well-behaved, but her character was somewhat disgusting. “Shut up.” Ethan frowned irritably and hung up the phone abruptly. He looked at me, his tone slightly softened: “I won’t come back tonight, won’t disturb your sleep.” With a “bang”, the door was closed. I stared at the direction of the door for a long time before lowering my eyebrows. Just four years older. When good, he sweetly called me sister. When arguing and angry, Ethan’s truest thoughts were exposed. I am four years older than him. Old turtle. 2 Ethan indeed didn’t come back that night. Having taken half a sleeping pill, I slept well for once. Woken up by my biological clock, it was only past six when I got up. There was a sound of the door opening outside the room. Getting up to wash and go out, outside was Ethan who just came back. He carried the breakfast I loved in his hand. Seeing me wake up, Ethan took out a small box from his pocket like offering a treasure, containing the necklace I had kept in my shopping cart for a long time but was reluctant to buy. “About last night, I said the wrong thing. Don’t hold it against me, okay?” Ethan is like this. Relationships with younger guys aren’t easy. In these two years, we argued quite a few times. He wasn’t stingy in spending thought on me, various bouquets, luxury goods I fancied in my shopping cart but was reluctant to buy. In the past, coaxing would pass. But this time, I understood very clearly. This matter couldn’t pass in my heart. The three words “old turtle” ultimately tore apart all the false affection between him and me. Very disgusting. Ethan thought this was just a trivial argument and vainly tried to coax me with the old tricks. But I felt it was extremely boring, tone flat: “I’m not angry anymore, go back to your room and catch up on sleep.” Ethan breathed a sigh of relief. After he entered the room, I put the necklace on the entrance cabinet. This sweet date couldn’t coax away the slap from last night. 3 In the following days, Ethan was busy with his studies, and his schedule became much more regular. Until the weekend, he tentatively asked me: “Sally Xu’s birthday, singing karaoke tonight, won’t play very late.” Sally, the girl who called me “old turtle” on the phone that day. Also a girl, I could see Sally’s meaning. “I haven’t sung for a long time either.” I looked at Ethan and suddenly said a sentence. Ethan was stunned: “Sister wants to go too?” “Can’t I?” I rarely participated in his activities. In the first half-year of passionate love, he pestered me to go a few times. Later found that those noisy occasions were indeed not suitable for my personality. Gradually, our private lives were completely separated. The last time I met his friends was at Ethan’s birthday party a few months ago. “It will be very noisy tonight, I’m afraid you won’t adapt.” Ethan vaguely made an excuse. I just shook my head calmly: “It’s okay, no work tomorrow, I want to relax today too.” Ethan’s face was a bit unnatural, but he agreed. Just before going out, he chose an age-reducing hoodie for me and put it on me. “Looking at it this way, sister is a few years younger again.” I smiled faintly without speaking. His brothers secretly despised my age a lot. Female three years older, hold a gold brick (Chinese saying implying older wife brings luck/wealth). They teased Ethan for having good taste, holding a gold brick just by dating. For a period at the beginning, Ethan drank all the gossipers under the table, cursing: “Say another word about my sister, I’ll drink you to death!” At that time, Ethan probably really didn’t mind the four-year age gap. Now things have changed, what he didn’t care about has become a knot in his heart. 4 When we arrived at the KTV, it was already past eight. Just sat down, Ethan and his brothers mingled noisily. They greeted me politely, but their eyes were not welcoming. And as the birthday girl, Sally’s expression was very exaggerated when she saw me: “Sister Anya, who bought you this hoodie? Twenty-eight years old already, wearing it looks really strange.” “Sally.” Ethan’s voice carried a few warnings: “Our Anya looks very good in this hoodie, little girl doesn’t understand don’t talk nonsense.” Sally snorted dissatisfiedly, squeezed away the person on Ethan’s other side, and held his arm affectionately: “Alright Brother Ethan, rare to come out and play once, don’t always stay by Sister Anya’s side. Come over, I want to challenge you in dice!” Ethan didn’t refuse such intimacy, turned his head to look at me, expression relaxed and handsome: “Sister, I’ll go over for a while.” “Okay.” The venue heated up quickly. Young people of the same age without work pressure drank and played dice wantonly in the KTV. I held a glass of wine indifferently, watching Ethan’s voice getting higher and higher. When winning against opponents, he high-fived Sally beside him naturally, posture intimate. Noisy, chaotic. Everything I hated. After the first half-year of passionate love, I actually calmed down slowly. Ethan has a wild nature, loves to play, and is energetic. A completely different nature from me. I used to think such different natures were complementary, exactly the missing half of each other. But slowly, I discovered. Too much difference in nature leads to problems popping up bit by bit. Different schedules, different hobbies. Normal rest time disturbed, leisure weekends just wanting to lie down, dragged by Ethan to various entertainment venues. I tried hard to adapt, in the end, only felt deep exhaustion from forcing myself to cooperate with him. I calmed down, thought seriously. Before the problem exploded, I always naively thought. Love can conquer all difficulties. “Brother Ethan, why did you push me!” Across a bar counter, Sally’s dissatisfied voice came loudly. Ethan was a bit drunk, but Sally entangled him pretending to be intimate. At the moment their arms touched, Ethan’s rejection voice was exceptionally clear. He said: “Go away, you are not our Anya, our Anya is not that tender.”

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I am the “white moonlight” (the one who got away) of a domineering CEO, and I am dying of illness. I want to return to the country for surgery, but my brother tries every means to stop me. He firmly believes that if the white moonlight returns, the CEO will definitely abandon the substitute. He is the ultimate simp for the substitute. “If you’re sick, endure it. There’s no rush to save you.” “A few days late for surgery won’t kill you. They are about to get married.” To survive, I bit the bullet and called the CEO: “I heard I am your white moonlight. Can you pick me up and bring me back to the country?” I heard that when I called, they were holding their wedding. The CEO abandoned the bride and guests and flew overnight to come here. 1 In the hospital ward, other patients were surrounded by family members asking about their well-being, but I was lying alone on the hospital bed. My brother’s indifferent and scoffing voice came from the phone: “You didn’t get sick earlier or later, but just when Tiffany is about to marry Julian Huo, you get sick and act like you’re dying?” “You really never change, a habitual liar. Do you think I’ll believe you?” “I’m telling you, stop your crooked ideas. Threatening suicide is useless on me. Even if you’re dying, you have to endure it for me, until they finish the wedding.” I lay weakly on the hospital bed, tears flowing coldly, my voice trembling as I begged him: “Brother, I’m not acting. Please, let me come back, okay?” “The doctor said I only have hope of survival if Dr. Fu, who has the most surgical experience in the country, performs this surgery.” “My illness really can’t be delayed any longer. If you don’t believe me, I’ll let the doctor tell you.” I pressed the speaker button and begged the attending doctor to prove it for me. The doctor said I wasn’t lying, that I was indeed terminally ill and urgently needed to return to the country for surgery. But my brother remained unmoved: “A few days late for surgery won’t kill anyone. They are about to get married. Just endure a bit longer.” The attending doctor was furious and scolded him over the phone: “What kind of brother are you? Your sister is terminally ill, and you want her to endure? I’m telling you, if you delay any longer and miss the best time for surgery, even if she returns to the country for surgery, it will be hopeless. Don’t regret it then.” My brother sneered coldly: “I won’t regret it. You doctors have nothing better to do than to accompany her in acting against your conscience. Just letting her return a few days late will be hopeless? If she insists on making trouble like this, then don’t ever come back.” I clutched the fabric over my heart, and the tears I had been holding back burst instantly. So, my brother still doesn’t believe me? “Brother, what will it take for you to believe me? Do you have to wait until I’m dead and holding my urn back to the country to believe me?” My voice was too hoarse, too grief-stricken. My brother was silent for a while, seeming moved. At this moment, my dad’s voice came from the other end of the phone: “It’s Maya’s call? What’s wrong with her?” “She said she is terminally ill and needs to return to the country immediately for surgery.” My dad didn’t care: “What surgery can’t be done abroad and must be done in the country? Medical conditions abroad are clearly better than domestic ones. Is this child trying to come back to ruin Tiffany’s wedding? She doesn’t even know how to find a more reasonable excuse.” “I’m telling you, although Tiffany is just my stepdaughter, she is also your sister. As a brother, you can’t favor one over the other, only caring for Maya and not Tiffany.” “Tiffany is about to marry Julian Huo. Absolutely no mishaps can happen at this time. You know how destructive the return of a white moonlight can be. You are a man, you should understand.” My brother’s momentary hesitation was instantly washed away. “I know. Forget it, let’s ignore her for now.” Then, the phone was abruptly hung up. The busy tone “beep beep” came from the receiver, like a heartless slap on the pleading face of a dying person. So cold, so painful, it hurt so much I couldn’t breathe. It turns out the brother who held me in his palm and loved me dearly when I was young has really become Tiffany Su’s simp. He is still that sister-doting maniac, but the one he dotes on is no longer me, his biological sister, but his step-sister Tiffany Su, who has no blood relation. Do I have to die of illness to get their cheap regret and breakdown? But, but what’s the use of that? The spiritual victory method of dead person literature, I don’t want it. I want to save myself! 2 In the following days, I sought famous doctors all over abroad and sent my medical records to them, but they all shook their heads. “Can’t do it. This surgery is very difficult. Only Dr. Fu, who has the most surgical experience in China, can give you a chance to live.” “Who said foreign medical skills are better than domestic ones? In terms of surgical experience, if your Chinese doctors say they are second, no one dares to say they are first, especially doctors in your Chinese public hospitals.” “Dr. Fu is the most authoritative surgeon in this field, known as the number one scalpel globally.” I emailed Dr. Fu, asking if he could come abroad to perform surgery on me. Dr. Fu replied in the email: [Sorry, due to family reasons, I am restricted from leaving the country. Your illness is urgent. I suggest you return to the country immediately, register at the hospital, and I can arrange surgery for you as soon as possible here.] But I can’t return to the country. My passport was confiscated, and bodyguards are watching me 24 hours a day. Those bodyguards had long been bought off by Tiffany Su. That day in the ward, I heard with my own ears my brother calling to ask the bodyguards: “Is Maya really sick?” The bodyguard stood outside the ward and said: “Young Master, the Young Miss is not sick.” The attending doctor was more anxious than I was. “Maya Shen, no matter what, you must return to the country immediately. I have already contacted Dr. Fu. As soon as you get off the plane, they will send an ambulance to pick you up at the airport.” I closed my eyes, weeping in despair. “Is it that I don’t want to return?” The attending doctor grasped at straws in desperation: “Then call Julian Huo. Don’t they all say you are Julian Huo’s white moonlight? Can’t the CEO come to pick you up if the white moonlight doesn’t return? You just went abroad, not flew out of the earth.” But Julian Huo doesn’t love me at all. Before, I was the one chasing him, chasing very hard. Saying I am his white moonlight, I don’t believe it one bit. I don’t know who spread this rumor; it’s too ridiculous. Suffering in silence, I could only say: “You also said, I just went abroad, not flew out of the earth. If I really were his white moonlight, if I were indispensable to him, he would have come abroad to find me long ago. Why find a substitute?” The attending doctor snatched my phone: “Still have to call. What is his number? I’ll dial for you.” I recited a string of numbers, but I dared not hold any illusions. 3 “Hello, are you Julian Huo? I heard Maya Shen is your white moonlight. Can you tell Maya’s family that even if the white moonlight returns, you won’t abandon the substitute? She can’t return to the country now because she is your white moonlight.” Julian Huo sneered and refused: “She thinks too highly of herself. From the moment she stepped out of the country, I considered her dead.” I choked. His words were like a slap on my burning face, extremely embarrassing. I shook my head at the attending doctor: “Forget it, I don’t want to humiliate myself.” The attending doctor was angry and shouted at Julian Huo over the phone: “What if she is really about to die?” Julian Huo’s voice was startled: “What do you mean?” “Literal meaning. She has a very serious illness. No one dares to do this surgery abroad. Only Dr. Fu at your West China Hospital can operate on her personally for her to have a chance of living. But her brother won’t let her return. If you have no feelings for her, clarify it with her brother. Don’t let people misunderstand that she is the white moonlight in your heart, causing her to die in a foreign land. She really doesn’t have much time left.” Yes, if I am not the white moonlight in Julian Huo’s heart at all, can he tell my brother? As long as I am not a stumbling block on Tiffany Su’s road to happiness, my brother will allow me to return. Suddenly, Tiffany Su’s happy voice came from the phone: “Julian, who are you talking to? The priest is asking you, do you take this woman?” “The guests are all waiting. If it’s not a particularly important call, can you wait until the wedding ceremony is over to continue?” Only then did I realize that the Wedding March was playing on the phone. So nice to listen to, the melody of happiness. No wonder my brother said if I wanted to return, I had to wait a few more days. So at this moment, Julian Huo is holding a wedding with Tiffany Su? Calling him at his wedding, I am indeed humiliating myself. I’m afraid he thinks I want to make trouble at his wedding, right? I have already imagined the happy wedding banquet, full of guests, my dad and my brother watching the newlyweds. The priest repeated: “Mr. Julian Huo, do you take Tiffany Su to be your wife? Whether she is rich or poor in the future, whether she is healthy or sick, are you willing to be with her forever?” I immediately snatched the phone back from the attending doctor and hung up. I didn’t want to hear Julian Huo say on the other end: “I do.” 4 This day, my condition worsened, fever recurring repeatedly, deeply trapped in nightmares. Dreamt of childhood, Dad doted on me, Brother loved me, but all this changed flavor after Tiffany Su and her mother came to the house. After Mom passed away, Dad intended never to marry again, but five years ago he met Tiffany Su’s mom, that woman who looked exactly like my mom. Even Tiffany Su looked extremely like my mom in her youth, more like my mom than me. My dad couldn’t resist the temptation of substitute literature after all. Even my brother said: “Just imagine her as our mom, imagine Tiffany Su as a sister mom gave birth to, can’t you?” No! Of course not! That’s my mom. How could I allow a woman to wear my mom’s face, occupy everything of my mom? Even the jewelry my mom liked most when she was alive, the wedding ring my dad gave my mom when they got married, were worn on that woman. I cried, I made a scene, I tried every way to drive that mother and daughter out of the house, but became the unreasonable bad girl in everyone’s eyes. The family who once doted on and loved me only had guardedness left for me. Suddenly, the persistent ringtone woke me up. In a daze, I saw the word “Brother” jumping on the screen. I answered immediately, thinking maybe Julian Huo and Tiffany Su’s wedding was done, and my brother finally allowed me to return? But my brother’s furious voice came from the phone: “Do you have to be so vicious? Won’t be satisfied until you drive Tiffany Su to death?” “You have the love of me and Dad, what does Tiffany have?” “She is just an insecure girl. For love, she is willing to be your substitute. She has sacrificed so much for love, why do you still want to ruin her wedding?” “Do you know, your one phone call made Julian Huo abandon the wedding and leave her. None of us could hold him back. So many guests watched, everyone is laughing at Tiffany for overestimating herself, deluding to replace you, but getting slapped in the face by a phone call from the white moonlight.” “Now Tiffany has become the laughingstock of the whole city, forced to the point of not wanting to live, can only jump off a building. Are you satisfied?” “Touch your conscience. If anything happens to her, can you sleep peacefully in this life?” Pfft— Anxious fire attacked the heart, I vomited a mouthful of blood. The doctor said I couldn’t be stimulated anymore, but was what my brother said human language? “Brother, why don’t you touch your conscience and ask, do I really have the love of you and Dad?” “Who would be loved to the point of dying, crying and begging but can’t return to the country?” “Tiffany Su jumps off a building, you feel heartache. I lie alone on a foreign hospital bed, have you ever felt heartache?” “I regret it. I shouldn’t have expected you to still love me like when we were young.” “You have long ceased to be that brother who doted on me. You have no heart!” While I was speaking, the alarm of the medical instrument kept beeping. The nurse ran over to look and shouted: “Bad news, patient in bed 18’s blood pressure is rising rapidly, heart beating too fast, risk of sudden death at any time. Dr. Du, call Dr. Du quickly, bed 18 is critical…” My brother probably heard the nurse’s words, voice unstable: “What happened to you? Is someone cooperating with your acting again?” “Maya Shen, speak to me. Don’t scare brother! Do you hear me? Speak!” “If you don’t speak, give the phone to the bodyguard. I want to hear them say it, immediately, right now!” So funny. I’m dying, and he still firmly believes I’m acting? My heart is desolate. What else is there to say? Give it to the bodyguard? Let the bodyguard lie through his teeth and tell him I’m not sick? There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart. I really don’t want to be the heroine of dead person literature, but fate refuses to give me a trace of favor. Wait, my brother seemed to say on the phone just now that Julian Huo abandoned the wedding and left Tiffany Su, and no one could hold him back? Is this really not my hallucination? At this time, my brother’s assistant’s voice came faintly from the other end of the phone: “Young Master, Julian Huo went abroad. Old Master Huo ordered dozens of bodyguards to stop him at the airport but couldn’t stop him.” “He was like a beast suddenly gone mad, killing gods if gods block, killing Buddhas if Buddhas block. I’ve never seen such a terrifying man.” “Also, I just got news that Julian Huo never thought of marrying Miss Tiffany Su. Even without the Young Miss’s phone call, Julian Huo wouldn’t say the words ‘I do’. He entered the game himself, originally intending to play this at the wedding to ruin Tiffany Su.” Play what to ruin Tiffany Su? I’m too curious to see. Did Julian Huo really come to pick me up back to the country? But, it seems, it’s too late. I saw many doctors swarming towards me, giving me injections, shining flashlights on my eyelids. But my vision became darker and darker, darker and darker…

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The crown prince of the elite circle hates gold diggers the most. Unfortunately, I am one. Upon hearing this, I asked Liam Xie: “What would you do if someone approached you for money?” He answered casually: “Kill them.” Me: ? Wait, how are you such a criminal? That won’t work, I’m after the money. I packed up my valuables and fled overnight. [Not pestering you anymore, I’m leaving first, wish you find a good person who doesn’t covet your money soon.] Three days later, while I was bargaining with a clerk at a luxury resale shop, a black card was suddenly placed in front of me. The man’s eyes were red at the corners. “Baby, I’ll give you all my money, pester me for a lifetime, okay?” 1 “What are you looking at, baby?” Liam had a gathering today and came home almost at eleven. When he returned, the smell of alcohol lingered on him, making me frown. I drove him to the bathroom: “No kissing me until you’re clean!” He picked me up and walked into the bathroom. Steam rose, blurring the mirror. His hand reached for my nightgown: “Let’s wash together.” I refused: “No.” He insisted. Rip— The super expensive and super easy-to-tear nightgown Liam carefully selected was split in two. His Adam’s apple bobbed: “Baby…” I was expressionless: “I said no.” “I showered before you came back, washing twice is bad for the skin.” After speaking, I gathered the broken nightgown, pushed him away, and left the bathroom. Thoughtfully closed the door for him. “Don’t tear my nightgown next time!” It’s very expensive! It’s not like I don’t let him take it off properly, he just has to tear it. He tore three in a week. Prodigal! The sound of water in the bathroom was loud; it was obvious Liam was working overtime to shower. I lay on the bed bored, scrolling through my phone. A message popped up on WeChat. Chloe Lin: [Look at this] She sent a link. [Inventory of rich family gossip you don’t know!] I replied with a question mark first, then clicked open. Skimming through a bunch of gossip anecdotes about familiar names, true or false, my eyes stopped on a certain line. [Elite circle crown prince Liam Xie hates gold diggers the most, rumor has it he once…] Chloe happened to send me a screenshot, capturing this part. Chloe: [My treasure, real or fake?] Me: [Don’t know? Fake, right?] Chloe: [Many other things in this post I know are true, why don’t you test him?] I pondered, switched back to the post, just about to read the specific description, when a hot body pressed up from behind. “Baby, is the phone more fun than me?” With a guilty conscience, I quickly closed the gossip page: “What?” Liam turned my head, pinching my chin: “Dressing like this to seduce me, hmm?” The rising tail tone was extremely alluring. I said pitifully: “Sui didn’t.” While speaking, my fingertips brushed over his Adam’s apple. “But Sui had no choice, my mother is still in the hospital…” I closed my eyes, fantasizing myself as a fragile white flower, “Mr. Xie, as long as you give me fifty thousand, no, ten thousand is enough, Sui is yours tonight.” He bit my ear: “Tonight, please me.” 2 Couldn’t please him at all. I kicked him: “I’m tired.” He grabbed my ankle and put it on his shoulder. He protected my head: “Baby rest, I’ll do it.” Rest my ass!! In the end, I couldn’t even lift my hand. Liam held me and coaxed me for a long time. I was sleepy, let him carry me to wash up. Through half-closed eyes, I saw him plant a devout kiss on my forehead in the dim light. “Baby, I love you.” I don’t know how I thought of the role-play and the gossip I saw before. I asked him dazedly: “What would you do if a woman approached you for money?” He was looking for pajamas for me. Hearing this, he answered me: “Make them disappear from the world.” I was stunned, sleepiness faded a bit: “What?” Liam put the pajamas on me, answering casually: “Kill them.” After changing clothes, he kissed my lips with satisfaction: “Alright, baby sleep.” He pressed me against his chest and said goodnight. But I couldn’t sleep now. Bad news. I approached Liam for money. How is he a criminal? 3 I have a broken family. Gambling dad, stock-trading mom. I’m an only child. They were immersed in their own worlds since I was young, caring very little about me, their daughter. Fortunately, when I was young, their careers were flourishing. In a rich family, no matter how bad it is, the daughter won’t live too poorly. Unfortunately, starting from middle school, both of them collapsed and sold all assets. Only endless quarrels and abuses were left at home. I also turned from a rich girl to a poor student overnight. This poor student life lasted until college. Not that my family became rich again, but during a fight between them, no one noticed the cigarette butt on the floor, and knocked over a few bottles of wine. The fire swallowed them. The terrible family vanished overnight. Leaving only a buttload of debt pressing on my shoulders. High-interest loans, online loans, they borrowed everything they could. After overdue, debt collectors blocked the school gate, urging me like urging for life. And published my information by the way. That time was really torture. Couldn’t do part-time jobs, no place to earn money, I was almost driven to death by them. When preparing to commit suicide, I saw my face clearly in the mirror. Young, beautiful. The only property left to me by my parents. Except for the terrible parents, the world is beautiful. I want to live. No matter what, I want to live. To be honest, being with Liam initially was for money. If he had no money, I wouldn’t even look at him. Now Liam says he hates gold diggers. I am a gold digger. I secretly opened my eyes, he was asleep. I stroked his cheek, inch by inch. “Liam…” The person with closed eyes suddenly opened them, he grabbed my wrist: “Baby, didn’t you say you were tired? Still have strength?” He turned over and pressed on me. I quickly closed my eyes: “Tired tired, really tired!” 4 In the morning, after saying good morning to Liam, I drilled back into the quilt. He covered me with the quilt and chuckled: “Little pig.” Holding back sleepiness, I threw the pillow at him: “You have the nerve, why am I sleepy!” He is an energy monster, I am not. It’s eight in the morning now, I only slept after three last night!! Why doesn’t he reflect on himself! Liam kissed me: “It’s my fault, we’ll start earlier next time.” Me: ? Can’t this segment be canceled? Probably knowing he would make me angry, Liam rubbed my head and left quickly. I slept beautifully again until noon. Woke up and checked the phone, message bombardment. First replied to Liam’s message asking me to text him when I woke up, I switched back to the main page. Chloe sent me a bunch of messages. [Did you test him?] [Did you ask, what’s the result?] [Why don’t you reply to my message?] [???] [Where are you?] [Not pressed on bed while testing, right?] [Mm, okay, confirmed, indeed.] [Forget it, remember to reply when you see it tomorrow morning.] [Oh, you might not wake up tomorrow morning, remember to reply when you see it tomorrow noon.] Me: … A little bit speechless. Don’t want to talk to her for now. I replied: [1] Chloe is also a night owl, probably not awake now. After sending the message, I stroked my chin and thought. Tested, or rather not called testing at all. I asked openly. Liam also answered me honestly. He indeed hates gold diggers very much. I sighed. Doomed. If he knows I approached him for money, I’m doomed. For him, this matter is only a question of whether he wants to do it, not whether he can do it. Besides, I feel very guilty. It would be fine if he didn’t like me, anyway, this money is just a drop in the bucket for him, finding some fun to provide emotional value for himself is also good. But Liam likes me very much, and I only treated him as an ATM at first. How does that saying go? What’s the difference between sincerity mixed with falsehood and shit in rice? If it were me, I would hate it to death. Wouldn’t he take double revenge on me? The more I thought, the colder my heart got. Doomed. How about running? Run quickly. Before he discovers the problem, slip away. Decided! Have to take things when slipping. I got up to pack things. Keep the meaningful ones, keep the ones he specially gave me. Fortunately, Liam gave a lot of things. Bought casually, new products sent directly by brands were especially many. Picked and sorted things for a day. I sorted out a pile that could be sold second-hand. After packing the suitcase, I clapped my hands, waiting for Liam to come home.

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My childhood best friend thought I was too well-behaved. Yet he fell in love with the even more well-behaved scholarship student. Out of spite, I started hanging out with the wrong crowd and got involved with some thugs. Desperate and cornered, I begged him to save me. He ignored me. Covering the scholarship student’s eyes with his hand, he gently said, “Don’t look, it’ll scare you.” He abandoned me in that dark alley, where I was tortured to death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my best friend rejected me. 01 When cutting the cake, they egged me on to confess. I mustered my courage and said, “Lucas, my birthday wish is you.” The hand Lucas used to hold his cigarette trembled. He smiled. A bad boy smile, he said, “Sorry, you’re too well-behaved.” “Not my type.” In my previous life, these words drove me crazy. Thinking of my miserable death. My body turned cold, and I wished I could kill Lucas right now. “Sarah, are you okay?” “Lucas, seriously, can’t you say something nice to make the birthday girl happy?” Lucas remained his lazy, nonchalant self. He blew a smoke ring. Lazy drawl, he said, “I can’t learn to lie.” His lazy, slight New York accent was very charming. But listening to it, I only felt disgusted. In front of everyone, I cold my face and made a new birthday wish. “Lucas, I wish that in this life and the next, you and I will have nothing to do with each other ever again.” I blew out the candles. They tried to stop me, but couldn’t. Lucas’s smile froze on his face. “Sarah, are you serious?” “I’ll give you another chance. Make a new wish, and I’ll pretend I didn’t hear what you just said.” No need. I ignored him. Picked up the knife and cut the cake. Lucas ran to me and grabbed the blade with his right hand. “Sarah, I’m talking to you.” The blade cut his finger. Blood flowed out. Someone exclaimed: “Blood! Lucas, you’re bleeding!” I know. He was having another episode. Lucas had severe psychological issues. In my previous life, only I could stop his episodes. Oh. Specifically. Before the scholarship student appeared. Only I could. Because of this, I also always thought that for him, I was a special existence. Until I heard his lazy tone when he coaxed the scholarship student. “She’s different from you.” “At best, she’s a placebo. Only you are my only medicine.” “Without you, I’ll die.” I let go and said, “If you like it so much, I’ll give it to you.” I turned to leave, Lucas threw the knife and grabbed me. His bloody fingers soiled my white shirt. “Sarah, who are you throwing a tantrum for?” Blood terrified me. Uncontrollably, I remembered the things from my previous life. My head spun, I couldn’t handle it, and fainted. When I woke up, Lucas was guarding my bedside. “Awake?” “Clearly you made me angry, and I had to carry you back. Sarah, how do you plan to coax me?” Lucas was a prodigal son. He always loved to say such ambiguous things. Making my heart rise with expectations I shouldn’t have. But I was no longer the same as before. I knew very well. Facing the person he truly liked, Lucas couldn’t say a word of flirtation. Even when he confessed, his voice trembled. I sighed and said, “I’m tired.” “Lucas, let’s not see each other again in the future.” 02 The next day, I went to school alone. Lucas didn’t wait for me. I knew this was his punishment for me. He was waiting for me to apologize to him. But I ignored him all day. In the afternoon, I was sleeping in the classroom and was shaken awake. “Sarah! Wake up! Lucas got into a fight on the basketball court!” I wasn’t fully awake yet. My desk mate dragged me to the basketball court. “Go see, Lucas is going crazy. Only you can stop him.” No. He was wrong. There was no need for me to go. Because his female lead had already appeared. My guess was right. When we arrived, Lucas had stopped fighting and was sitting aside, sweating profusely. Beside him sat a girl. She wore a low ponytail, her face tranquil. Holding his hand, her voice carried a hint of a choke. Whispering: “Lucas, you’re hurt.” Lucas hated outsiders’ touch the most. Wanted to pull his hand back. But when his gaze met mine, he stopped his action, his eyes darkened, allowing Mia Chen to hold his hand. The senior he beat up left with the help of classmates. “Wait,” he called out to him. Pointed to Mia beside him. “Apologize.” The senior was beaten black and blue. Classmates tried to persuade him: “Lucas, let him go to the hospital first.” Lucas refused, his voice deep, repeated: “I said, apologize to her.” Mia grabbed Lucas’s hand and shook her head: “It’s okay, Lucas, I’m fine.” The senior was beaten like that, and he still had to bow and apologize. Someone asked him why he was beaten. My desk mate answered: “He called her a scholarship student, and Lucas heard it.” “Deserved it! Who told him to have a cheap mouth!” “Lucas is so handsome! A hero saving the beauty!” “High school sweet romance walking into my life?” Only I knew that the truth wasn’t like that. In my previous life, the senior was forced to transfer schools by Lucas. Before leaving, he found me. Told me to be careful of Mia Chen. He wouldn’t say more. Probably scared by Lucas’s beating. The senior needed to go to the hospital, it would take some time for the ambulance to arrive. I ran over and said: “Drive my car.” The senior was startled and said: “Thanks, no need.” Lucas ran over and grabbed my arm. “Sarah, are you intentionally making me unhappy?” I looked at Mia Chen behind him, whose eyes were red. “Mind your own business.” “If you dare to leave, don’t come to find me again.” I didn’t look back. Left with classmates helping the senior. “Bang!” Commotion behind. It was Lucas punching the basketball hoop. Tsk. Really doesn’t care about pain. 03 Lucas and I didn’t have much interaction recently. Heard that for Mia Chen, he hadn’t fought for a long time. Even turned over a new leaf and wanted to study hard. Lucas’s brothers called him to go to the internet cafe. Mia Chen whispered to him: “You haven’t memorized the English vocabulary yet.” Lucas sighed long, and sat back down. “Strict family, can’t go.” My desk mate told me stories like this every day. Just every time they saw me approaching, they would stop discussing and turn to do their own things. “She’s so pitiful.” “Yeah, chased Lucas for so long, intercepted by a scholarship student.” Pitiful? I didn’t think so. My procedures for going abroad were done. Once I passed the English exam, I would go abroad to study. Study my favorite journalism major. My beautiful new life was about to begin. That day after school, Lucas’s mom stopped me: “Sarah, Lucas forgot his medicine again. Help Auntie take it to him.” I really wanted to refuse. But seeing the bruises on Lucas’s mom’s wrist, I sighed and said: “Okay.” I asked Lucas: “Where are you?” He replied to me a long time later, sending me a location. Pool hall. In my previous life, I went to this place a lot. After I arrived, I went downstairs familiarly. The choking smell of smoke made me feel nauseous. I found Lucas at a glance. He was standing at the central pool table, betting on pool with others. A thick stack of cash was on the table. I walked over and threw the medicine to him. “Your mom asked me to bring it to you.” Seeing me. Lucas frowned and said: “Who let you come?” I didn’t pay attention to him at all. Dropped the medicine and left. Blocked by someone. “Lucas, your girlfriend?” Lucas sneered, took the cigarette handed to him, and tucked it behind his ear: “You think it’s possible?” At this moment, Mia Chen came in with her backpack. As soon as she entered, she kept coughing. Lucas stood up and blocked in front of her. “Put out all the cigarettes.” The guy with yellow teeth who blocked me just now grinned. “Seems like the real sister-in-law is here.” Mia Chen’s face was red through. “Lucas, don’t talk nonsense. The teacher said, we can’t…” “I know.” Lucas lightly hooked her nose tip. “Good girl, call me big brother, I’ll let you go.” Mia Chen said “Ah”, pointing at the cigarette on his ear: “Lucas, didn’t you promise me to quit smoking?” I sensed Lucas’s gaze falling on me. Suddenly remembered, I also asked him to quit smoking before. Because I had asthma since I was young and couldn’t stand the smell of smoke. He refused even perfunctorily then, and deliberately blew smoke rings in my face, saying: “Can’t do it.” A cold smile appeared on my lips. Wanted to bypass the crowd to leave. Pulled by someone again. “Don’t go, little sister.” “Lucas, hurry up. Two against two. My girlfriend is here. Who’s going to play on your side?” 04 I walked straight out. Mia Chen tugged my cuff. “I… I don’t know how to play pool.” I frowned and said, “What does that have to do with me?” “I…” Fierced by me, Mia’s eyes reddened. Lucas ran over, shielded her behind him, and questioned me: “Can’t you talk properly?” “Psycho.” I wanted to leave, but he blocked me. Unbearable, I deliberately provoked him: “What, Lucas? Playing hard to get, want me to be your girlfriend?” “In, your, dreams.” “Then don’t block me.” I left. This time no one stopped me. Heard Mia’s flustered voice behind me: “What to do, Lucas? I don’t know how to play pool.” Lucas coaxed her patiently: “Silly girl, with me here, you won’t lose.” I had no interest in winning or losing their game. Just at dinner time. My mom kept sighing, saying: “Today I saw Lily again, covered in bruises. Old Xu is too much…” “By the way, Sarah, why haven’t I seen Lucas come home for dinner these days? Did you two fight?” “No.” “That’s good. If you have nothing to do, call…” I looked up and interrupted my mom. “I broke up with him.” “Huh? Why?” I took a bite of the tender fish. “No reason, just hate people who are blind.” My mom was careful and asked: “Lucas is dating?” I picked a piece of fish and put it in Mom’s bowl. “Yeah, ‘Give Life’ literature walked into reality, so sweet.” They acted in an idol drama, but insisted on dragging me, a passerby, to be a supporting actress. Early morning at school, I heard Mia Chen crying. “What to do, Lucas? It was in my school bag this morning, how come it’s gone when I came back?” My desk mate told me: “The class fees Mia kept were gone. Everyone is helping her find them now.” I said casually: “Check the surveillance.” Mia reacted strongly. Specifically walked up to me and said: “Sarah, my family is poor, but I haven’t reached the point of stealing class fees.” I didn’t say she stole class fees. What’s the rush. Lucas walked over and ordered coldly. “Apologize to her.” I put my school bag on the table and sat down. The school bag was thrown by him. The desk was also overturned by him. Lucas had an episode again. “Apologize to her, can’t you hear?” The classmates dared not breathe. No one dared to stop him. I bent down, wanting to lift my desk. My neck was strangled by Lucas. His eyes red, saying: “A-po-lo-gize-to-her.” I couldn’t breathe. Tears came to my eyes, and my neck was quickly strangled with a circle of red marks. Mia stopped him: “Lucas! Lucas!” He wouldn’t listen to anyone. Looking at me with red eyes. Didn’t know who he mistook me for. Several teachers rushed in and separated us. Mia went up and hugged the crazy Lucas. “It’s okay, it’s okay, Lucas. I don’t care about others, as long as you believe me.” He buried his head in her neck, his gaze aimed at my direction. I was taken to the infirmary by the teachers. His gaze was obscure. Staring at my departing back all the time.

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Five years ago, Julian Chen asked me if I wanted to go with him, and I did. I’ve always been clear-headed about the fact that there was no love between us. He needed a wife, and I needed money. I played the role of a wife diligently, squandering his money recklessly, asking if it pained him. He was wealthy enough to just smile and say: ask him for more if it wasn’t enough. Five years into our marriage, Julian Chen died. Great. No one to nag me about smoking and drinking anymore. I could take the money he left me and freely find young guys to enjoy life. Three days after Julian died, I received a letter from five years ago. The first sentence of the letter read: [To my wife.] 1 As soon as Julian died, I partied in the club for three days straight. Expensive bottles of wine worth tens or hundreds of thousands were opened on a whim, and male models lined up for me to choose. When I was tired of playing and went home, Julian’s lawyer handed me a letter. “This is the letter Mr. Chen left for you. According to the will, you are the sole heir to all his property.” My eyes widened in surprise. Oh my god. Was Julian crazy? I had only been married to him for five years, didn’t even have a child, and he gave me all his money. “Are you sure you read it right?” The lawyer nodded: “President Chen drafted the will himself, there can be no mistake.” Then Julian must have lost his mind. I couldn’t suppress the corners of my mouth, overwhelmed by immense joy, momentarily forgetting the letter he left me. Regarding Julian leaving all his money to me, his relatives were the most dissatisfied. When Julian died, they lay by the hospital bed crying their hearts out. Didn’t expect that after all that effort, they didn’t get a penny in the end. Julian’s parents died when he was young, and I was the only heir. The relatives came to make a scene, looking ferocious, trying to force me to split the money equally. Anyway, I used to mix in society, what kind of people haven’t I seen? Could they be more rascally than me? I was Julian’s wife for five years, this money is what I deserve. Trying to gouge money out of my hands is simply wishful thinking. I crossed my arms, leaned against the door, and watched them bark like dogs with a mocking smile. “Want money? Sure. Julian and I happened to have no children. Whoever kneels and calls me mom, I’ll give the child’s share to you.” A group of people whose ages added up to hundreds of years. Every one of them an elder. They were red-faced with anger, pointing at my nose and cursing. “You cheap slut from the gutter! Julian just died and you’re taking his money to find men, you’ll get karma!” I smiled indifferently: “Uncle, do you understand ‘seize the day’?” The dead are gone, shouldn’t the living live well? Besides, Julian and I had no feelings for each other. I married him just for money. He died and I got so much money for nothing, I’d wake up laughing even in my sleep. In life, the most important thing is money, everything else is bullshit. 2 After cursing away the pestering relatives, the 6’2″ male model I just added two days ago called me. “Sister, when are you coming to see me? I miss you so much I can’t sleep.” This coquettish tone made my heart flutter. “I have something to do these days, not coming for now.” Transferred a 9999 red packet to him right away, coaxing him with a little money. Hanging up the phone, I sat on the leather sofa drinking red wine, thinking about how to spend this money. So many zeros, even trypophobia would be cured. This is the life I fantasized about before. Money, time, and freedom, no need to live that dark life anymore, eat what I want, buy what I want, with no one controlling me. Aside from other things, I’m quite grateful to Julian. Back then, he met me at a banquet where I sneaked in hoping to hook a sugar daddy, and asked if I wanted to go with him. I asked him why. He smiled and said he needed a wife. Coincidentally, I needed money. Each took what they needed, best of both worlds. Suddenly remembered the letter he left me, didn’t know where I threw it. What could he say? A standard gentle, considerate gentleman without any sharpness, the letter would probably be full of literary stuff. I didn’t care much, even annoyed that he wanted to preach to me in a letter after death. The red wine wasn’t strong enough, and I’ve always been unhappy without alcohol. Got up and went downstairs to find the ice wine I froze. Opening the refrigerator, I saw a sticky note on the fridge wall. [Drink less ice wine, drink less alcohol.] I froze. Remembered, this was written by Julian. He didn’t like me smoking and drinking, said it was bad for health, and accompanied me to quit several times. I always couldn’t persist, telling him recklessly: “Habits formed long ago, can’t change.” Struggling in the murky society, suffered too much, alcohol and nicotine could numb the pain, naturally creating dependency. Even after marrying Julian and becoming a rich wife, I couldn’t change, not elegant enough, not decent enough, not gentle enough. Julian wouldn’t scold me, no contempt in his eyes, gentle as a quilt sunned under the sun. “Good habits can also be formed, I’ll accompany you.” He didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, had no bad habits, interests were gardening, calligraphy, reading, mild and calm, seemed never to get angry. To me, it was boring to the extreme. I like flashy excitement, like all new things, high-profile enough to let everyone know I have money, a life attitude diametrically opposite to Julian. I dressed exaggeratedly, after having money I liked to wear valuable things on me, regardless of whether it looked good or suitable. Some mocked me as a nouveau riche who hadn’t seen the world. I didn’t care, asked Julian if I embarrassed him. He just smiled gently and said: “You are very beautiful.” Just like that, we lived peacefully under one roof for five whole years. 3 Seeing the words on the sticky note, I tutted irritably and slammed the refrigerator door. Trying to control me even after death, so annoying. Lost the mood to drink, I turned and went back upstairs. The room was quiet. The book he used to read every night was still on the bedside table. A thick and heavy book. I said it could be used to press instant noodles, he smiled and said let me try after he finished reading. The letter I didn’t know where I put was pressing on that book. I opened the letter, inside were two thin sheets of paper. Powerful and beautiful handwriting, his handwriting. I’m uneducated, came out to society before finishing high school. To me, writing letters is old-fashioned and outdated, very rustic. But his letter had a faint fragrance, making me less resistant. The lawyer said this letter was written five years ago. Julian instructed him to give it to me when he died. That is to say, he knew he was going to die long ago. Julian prepared this letter right after we got married. What would the letter say? Saying marrying me was just to make do, or asking me to divorce him after he died, not entering his family genealogy in the future, a woman like me would tarnish his reputation. If he was really afraid I would tarnish him, why marry me in the first place? Just thinking about it made me angry. I sneered mockingly, wanting to see what bullshit this dead man wanted to explain. The first sentence of the letter: [To my wife.] 4 When I was young, my family favored boys over girls. My parents’ incompetence created my pain. To support the little prince at home, I was kicked out of the house at fourteen to work illegally. From a young age, I realized no one loved me. To get my parents’ approval, I sent all the money I earned home, leaving only enough for food and clothing. Returning home for the New Year, parents were unusually enthusiastic and gentle. I was secretly happy, as happy as a child getting a desired toy. New Year’s Eve, after dinner, they told me not to go out to work this year, found me a good family, giving a betrothal gift of 100,000. That man was twenty years older than me, had two dead wives, and was disabled. No parents would push their child into a fire pit. So I packed my things in the middle of the night, admitted the fact that my parents didn’t love me, took my few luggage, stole money from home and ran away. I did many jobs, decent and indecent. As long as I could earn money to live, it didn’t matter what I did. At twenty, I met a man. He was considerate, bought me flowers, cakes, and dresses, took me for rides by the river on his electric scooter. The river wind was wet and cold, but my heart was warm. A man working on construction sites also had a warm and gentle heart. He didn’t disdain my background, felt sorry for my experiences. He was different from everyone else. I fell into his love lies unable to extricate myself. Until he gambled and drank, beat me black and blue, then robbed my money and ran away. Only then did I clearly realize that no one in this world would love me. I was abandoned garbage, a fly. Love meant nothing to me. I didn’t want love anymore, I wanted lots and lots of money. I was kept as a mistress, worked as a bar hostess, chat streamer, did everything except being a homewrecker and breaking the law. Saved quite a bit of money those years. Later met a kid, couldn’t afford school begging on the street. I softened and gave him a hundred bucks. Then that night I was targeted by his accomplices, home invasion robbery, almost died. I asked him why. The kid said others gave one or five, only I gave a hundred, must be rich. When the cold knife was against my neck, I swore, as long as I could live, I would be a bad woman, mean, vicious, selfish, low, cold.

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Famous singer Xander Xi was photographed with a tattoo on his lower abdomen. The media questioned his chaotic personal life and subsequently dug up his bad ex-girlfriend. Fortunately, the picture was blurry, so it couldn’t be seen that it was me. A tattoo is nothing. He still has the piercing I gave him on his chest. It’s just hidden well, so no one found out. 1 I dated Xander Xi for a while. I occupied his wildest days. Unfortunately, he met me during my poorest days. If he used the skills he served me with to hook up with a rich woman, he would definitely become wealthy. I lived a life of drunkenness and dreams with him in a rental apartment for four years. One summer day, hearing the broadcast from the nearby university again, I suddenly woke up. He just graduated and has a very long future ahead. Xander turned over sleepily. One hand pulled me into his arms, the other naturally slipped into my clothes. Usually, this would be another big battle. I was still dizzy from the hangover and didn’t move. Last night he said the audio he recorded went viral online. A talent agency contacted him, hoping to collaborate. I spent all the money in my bank card to buy the best cigarettes and alcohol to congratulate him. Xander doesn’t smoke or drink. Neither do I. But for some reason, I just couldn’t help lighting one after another. Xander was probably scared. He frowned, hugging me carefully. “Do you not want me to sign? If you’re unwilling, I won’t go tomorrow.” I didn’t speak, held his face, and passed the smoke into his mouth. The sweet mint flavor spread, and his eyes widened. He choked badly, and the reaction came strongly too. Young man, full of vigor. The sunlight shone through the curtains, casting a line, a bit dazzling. I stroked his face and looked carefully for a long time. That afternoon when he went to interview with the talent agency, I handled everything. Adults are good at leaving without saying goodbye. In the first three months of leaving, many people messaged me. Saying Xander was looking for me everywhere, asking all old friends. Some even forwarded pictures to me, saying he was partying well, but cried when he smelled someone smoking mint cigarettes. I quietly followed his media account. Rarely released songs, no signing agency. But the popularity still rose day by day. Scrolling every day, I could see enthusiastic new fans showing up in the comments section every day. Praising the distinctiveness of his voice, urging for new songs in various ways. I listened again and again, thinking the praise was right. In the sixth month of separation, I rarely thought of him. But he started appearing more and more in my life. Xander’s songs became popular. No matter which street I walked on, I seemed to hear the familiar voice around the corner. Headache-inducing. Fortunately, friends accepted the news of our separation and stopped mentioning the past to me. But the quiet time didn’t last long. Less than two years later, messages from old friends became dense again. This time, the words carried regret. “If you were still with him, you’d be a somebody now.” “You closed the piercing shop? What are you doing now?” “Seen the hot search? Xander entered the top charts.” Xander signed with the biggest agency, Skyhigh Entertainment, and completed his debut with three hit songs. At that time, I was drawing frantically in my rental apartment. Drafts piled up on the table, all abandoned halfway. Exhausted, I received a sum of money. It was hush money from Skyhigh Entertainment, asking me never to mention my past with Xander. I agreed readily. Involuntarily, I clicked on Xander’s song. Voice is the most primitive spell. Clearly hadn’t seen him for a long time, but that face appeared in my mind uncontrollably. I had inspiration. This tattoo design was what I thought suitable when I first met him. Spent five days refining the design to the end. The client was very satisfied. Said the artist liked the design very much, fitting the music style quite well. Paid double the remuneration. Switching from piercing to tattooing, this was my first step. 2 Relying on this design, I gained fame. Many singers following the trendy hip-hop route came to me for custom tattoos. I made a name for myself. First producing designs online, traveling between cities. Knowing more and more peers, reached cooperation with equally capable tattoo artists. Took over a shop, carried a mortgage. The shop became more and more regular, and the guests received were more and more willing to spend money. I dedicated myself to daily necessities, deliberately forgetting the past. Every night, I thanked the client who commissioned me that day. Until today. Seeing the tattoo on Xander’s waist, I suddenly realized. The design guided by fate returned to its owner at a moment I never imagined. My colleague’s guest hasn’t arrived yet. She scrolled the screen, three trending topics related to Xander. “No response, could Xander still be dating that hoodlum girl?” Jen Yuan said casually, “Dug for so long and only got such blurry pictures, are these music people so tight-lipped?” Logically speaking, having blurry pictures is rare. Skyhigh’s PR and methods of suppressing public opinion have saved countless tainted artists. Many people knew about Xander and me back then, yet not a single revelation till now. I lowered my head, disinfecting instruments. “Unlikely,” I said, “He’s so popular, must have broken up long ago.” “True. Probably reporters are holding clear photos waiting for a price. But he’s not an idol, dating is fine.” Jen slumped back on the sofa and said, “I have a guest later, don’t know if a big influencer or artist, they requested clearing the place.” I responded, “Okay. I’ll leave after cleaning up.” Cleaning is a very mechanical job. The studio has complete disinfection facilities, some work still needs to be done slowly by people. I like doing these things. No brain needed, sufficient excuse to relax my mind. Marketing accounts’ voices never ceased in my ears. I took off my gloves and clicked on Xander’s hot search like possessed. It was a concert video. Water curtain on stage soaked clothes, when Xander raised his hand, the soaked white shirt moved up three inches. Screams were ear-piercing, I turned off the sound. Frame by frame closer, freezing on a dark color on his tough waist. Perfect work. I spaced out for a while, awakened by knocking. Bad. Guest arrived so fast. I put on a mask, hurriedly grabbed my bag to leave. Several bodyguards blocked the way. I sidestepped, apologizing repeatedly. “Sorry, please excuse me.” No one moved. I looked up, slightly stunned. Realizing my eyes were dry, I mocked myself thinking: If I were a K-drama heroine, I should be tearful and speechless now. But I didn’t even have much fluctuation, just my heart beat hard once. Intellect as usual, emotion as usual. Reaction fast enough that even when he reached out to untie my mask, I dodged extremely sensitively. Xander’s hand stopped in mid-air, looking at me with lowered eyelids. Then turned his face away, swallowed. I said, “Long time no…” He bumped straight past me, walking into the studio. Shoulder aching faintly, I silenced for a long time, closed the door. Funny to say, in four years of love, I haven’t seen him throw a tantrum much. Generally such people, I call used to bad luck. Used to bad luck, emotions are stable. But Xander is the opposite. He is smooth enough to make people speechless. Scratching a few lottery tickets casually can win a few hundred bucks. Perhaps the unluckiest thing in his life was meeting me. 3 When we first met, he was about eighteen or nineteen. I opened a piercing shop near the university town in Hancheng District. Storefront not big. Studio outside, bedroom inside. Couldn’t call it a proper job, just muddling along. Not many customers for piercing, most just curious. Hesitating at the door for a long time before daring to come in and ask a few questions. Few came many times, got familiar with me, then gritted teeth and got an ear piercing. Most chatted a few sentences and never came again. Xander was the most exceptional. Summer is rainy. Dark clouds gathered, wind and sand rolled up, rain rustled, smell of dust on the ground. Vision instantly blurred by rain curtain, I estimated no more customers. Just reaching out to pull down the shutter, someone broke in. Wiping face, shaking head vigorously. A beautiful German Shepherd soaked by rain, this was my first impression of him. “Boss Yu.” He accurately called my name, holding up his phone for me to see. “Heard from friends, your place is good.” What exactly was good, I didn’t quite understand. After all, since opening, piercing customers were few, but many came to drink tea and chat with me. “I want to work part-time, do you need people?” His expression was steady, as if he could calmly say okay even if rejected. I smiled, “Sorry, can’t afford employees.” He wiped his face again, water beads rolling down hair to chin. “Then give me a piercing.” I looked up from the book, sweeping over his face. Flat eyebrows sharp eyes, broken hair cut very casually. Maybe because of youth, facial lines still slightly blunt. Not a very well-behaved look, but didn’t have the stray dog temperament of people like us. Not mocking. Those coming to me for piercing, male or female, were always rebellious and seemingly homeless, poor with only freedom left. Xander obviously didn’t belong to this category. “Okay.” I didn’t ask much, “Where do you want it?” He thought for a while, didn’t speak, took off the soaked black T-shirt. I whistled low. Couldn’t tell, playing contrast. I moved my gaze away, trying to look at his face while speaking. “Not everyone is suitable for piercing, need to confirm conditions. If possible, you pick the stud you like.” Talked a lot about precautions. Whatever I said, he just nodded. I sighed, pointing to the bathroom inside. “Forget it, go take a shower first.” Soaking wet, don’t dirty my work bed later. He hesitated, brows furrowed tightly. “Is it inappropriate?” “…” I rubbed my head, “Don’t overthink. Disposable items are inside, go.” Although said so. When he undressed and lay on the work bed, I still overthought. Skin smoked by steam泛ing pink. Exposed to air, uncontrollably tightened. “Piercing here will hurt a lot.” I said, “Newbie, better change a place.” He didn’t speak. Red from neck to face, grabbed a pillow pressing on face. Rain outside heavier. Smashing on shutter door, clattering ceaselessly. I bent down preparing to disinfect, every touch of cotton swab made him tremble three times more. Heat after shower faded, chest gradually turned white. Glaze-like skin color, clean. I moved the pillow on his face away. 4 “Don’t cover face, look at mirror.” I held him down, marking points, “Style and position, you confirm.” He was red-faced, suddenly grabbed my wrist. “You…” He closed eyes tight, “You stay away a bit, I’m ticklish.” I pulled up mask, confirming breath wouldn’t fall on him. He looked briefly, then decided the final effect. When penetrating skin, he suddenly arched his back. I let out the first loud laugh today. Should let the chick see what pain is. “Done, you have one more chance to choose. That side, do or not?” Xander curled up, panting heavily. I patiently changed needle, waited for a long while. He was full of cold sweat, shook head weakly. I was quick-eyed and quick-handed, blocking his hand touching the wound. “Can’t touch, haven’t put on gauze yet. Remember, no water before healing, spray saline frequently. Come to me if problems, I offer after-sales service here.” “After-sales service…?” He opened eyes, breathing rapidly, “What after-sales.” I wanted to laugh thinking what I was going to say. “Of course it is,” I kept a straight face, “Pierce you again.” Xander’s tense waist completely broke. Leaning back on bed, hissing hoarsely. Young man’s redness represents everything. I wrapped gauze while laughing, kindly waived his bill. “Leave when rain stops.” I took off gloves, “Otherwise inflammation when back, pain is killing.” Result rain poured all night. I took out remaining beer and dishes, cooked a hasty meal. Xander clinked glasses with me with pale face, looking like dead. Thought he would come to remove it soon, didn’t expect he really kept it, healed. Because of that stud, he became a regular at my shop. Got familiar, mentioned first meeting. He leaned on recliner watching shop for me, asked me abruptly. “You alone here, won’t it be dangerous?” I buried head in front of computer, answered casually, “Why dangerous?” “Here… many male customers right.” He turned back, “You have no vigilance at all.” Such question usually no one asks. Struggling in society for years, always have some ways. I teased him deliberately. “Doing this line, where are good people?” He took it seriously, pulled my computer chair in front, looked up for a long while. “Earning food with own hands, is good person.” I was speechless. Thought for a long time, had to say: “Indeed students are easy to fool. Go back to school quickly, don’t you have major class in afternoon?” He nodded and left. Not long after turned back, carrying several portions of cut fruits. “Saw on road, quite fresh, you eat.” I paused for a moment, forked a piece of thin cut orange. Refreshing sour taste. Ate all, I pressed chest, felt maybe I was easier to fool. Heartbeat is matter of course. Although only three points. But discovered by Xander, he could climb up, forcing to hand over seven points. Day window paper poked broken, I just advised him not to conflict with people.

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The system tasked me with winning the heart of the male lead. Just as I placed a love letter on the male lead’s desk, I was targeted by the crazy female secondary character who had a secret crush on him. To save my life, I lied: “I put it in the wrong place. It’s for his deskmate.” Then I watched her throw the letter to the person behind her: “Brother, this is for you.” … From then on, she stopped pursuing the male lead and taught me how to chase her brother every day. 1 I transmigrated into a book. Into a angst novel I just finished reading. When I woke up in a strange bed, I hadn’t realized the seriousness of the situation. Until a mechanical voice sounded in my head, telling me that my life in the 3D world had ended, and I could live in this world by completing the capture mission. Only then did I suddenly remember that my last memory was indeed being hit by a speeding car. “Liam Song is the male lead of this world. The host’s task is to capture the male lead’s heart and live a happy life with him to support the existence of this world.” The cold mechanical voice announced my mission quickly after telling me some situations of this world. What shocked me was not the existence of such a world, but that this world was exactly the same as the angst novel I just finished reading. The reason for capturing Liam Song is that Liam Song will eventually die for the female lead. If Liam Song dies, this world will cease to exist. But having read the whole book, I know deeply how much Liam Song loves the female lead. The system seemed to know my doubts: “It is currently the first semester of Liam Song’s senior year. The female lead, Grace Gu, has not appeared yet.” That is indeed a bit simpler. And having just finished reading the novel, I knew very well how Grace Gu opened Liam Song’s cold heart. I just need to learn to do it before Grace Gu arrives. Thinking of this, I happily reached a deal with the system. “The host’s current identity is a junior high school student named Hannah Ye, with a happy family and excellent grades…” Hannah Ye seemed to be me in another world. I hardly needed to adapt to this role. After attending classes at school for two days, I decided to start working. When I put a love letter into Liam Song’s desk, I completely forgot that there was also a crazy and vicious female secondary character in this novel. So when Bella Pei blocked me in the alley with that love letter, I was dumbfounded. “Is this the love letter you wrote to Liam Song?” Bella Pei forced me into a corner, looking at me with very unfriendly eyes. I looked at the love letter in her hand and swallowed. If I admit it now, I will definitely be the one suffering from school bullying tomorrow. I shook my head and talked nonsense: “Huh? No! I put it in the wrong place. It was for his deskmate.” Bella Pei obviously didn’t expect me to say this, and froze on the spot. Just when I was about to laugh dryly to end this embarrassment, she suddenly turned around and threw the letter to the person approaching. “Brother, this is for you.” ??? 2 Bella Pei’s brother is named Ryan Pei. Although the author only mentioned this person briefly, I clearly remember that he has a moody personality and is very hard to mess with. Ryan Pei caught the letter thrown at him, and threw it into the trash can next to him without even looking at it. He looked up at me. His eyes were gloomy. They were obviously very beautiful eyes, but they seemed to have no light at all. He and Liam Song seemed to be people from two different worlds. Liam Song looked cold but full of righteousness, while just one look at Ryan Pei would make you understand that he was a person from the abyss. I shivered all over from this look. Ryan Pei sneered, stepped forward to pick up Bella Pei’s schoolbag: “Go home.” Bella Pei pulled the strap of her schoolbag, a bit unconvinced, but still turned around and walked out of the alley following his steps. But she didn’t take two steps before turning back to look at me. “Do you really like my brother?” I looked at Bella Pei walking in front of her and swallowed. Dare not like. But dare not dislike either. I pretended to be shy and neither nodded nor shook my head. Before she could speak again, Ryan Pei pulled her schoolbag and dragged her to disappear at the entrance of the alley. Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief. These two Pei siblings are the villains in the novel, and Bella Pei is the person who directly affects Liam Song’s ending. I lay on the bed, thinking over and over again, but couldn’t think of any way to avoid them. After a sleepless night, I went to school with dark circles under my eyes. What I never expected was that Bella Pei would actually come to my class to find me. She appeared at the window with a large group of people, and shouted loudly to me who was dozing by the window: “Hello, sister-in-law.” Scared me so much that my hand supporting my head slipped, and my whole head hit the table. As soon as I looked up, she leaned over with a grin: “Does it hurt?” I was confused. Seeing no reaction from me, she turned back to the people behind her and said: “Why don’t you call sister-in-law? No manners.” I blinked, unable to believe everything in front of me. And the people behind her also said in unison: “Hello, sister-in-law.” Deafening. I could feel the shock of the classmates in the class without looking back. After all, I was even more shocked than them. 3 Bella Pei is sick. Now the whole world knows that I like Ryan Pei, and Ryan Pei doesn’t like me. Because just this morning, when Bella Pei brought a large group of people to call me sister-in-law, Ryan Pei passed by my window. Hearing Bella Pei call me sister-in-law, he frowned slightly and said coldly: “She doesn’t deserve it.” Heaven knows I was about to explode when I heard these words. What made me explode even more was that Liam Song also heard it. He stood not far away and rarely looked up at me. Thanks to Ryan Pei, before I could even speak to Liam Song, Liam Song knew me. Although the situation is already very ugly. But I still have to continue to complete the task. When I finally found out that Liam Song would go to play basketball in the afternoon, I decided to grit my teeth and move forward again. When I bought water and ran to the basketball court, the basketball game had already started. I hid among all the girls, watching the people on the court. Just when I was about to shout “Go Liam Song” with the girls, I saw Ryan Pei. He raised his hand and threw a ball casually into the basket, scored a three-pointer, and suddenly looked up at me. The words “Liam Song” got stuck in my throat. Wait. Why is someone like Ryan Pei also playing basketball? “Supporting characters also have their own hobbies and lives.” The system, which had disappeared for two days, suddenly answered me coldly. “You finally appeared. You don’t know how miserable I have been these two days.” “Defeating the female secondary character and being with the male lead was originally a part of your mission.” … How to defeat? Even the original female lead died at the hands of these two siblings. How can I defeat them! Just as I was trying to reason with the system, Bella Pei also squeezed in from the crowd. As soon as she saw me, her eyes lit up. Scared. Really scared. “Sister-in-law!” She squeezed to my side and winked at me, “Are you here to cheer for my brother?” I… Before I could speak, a whistle sounded on the court. Halftime break. “Brother, sister-in-law brought you water.” Bella Pei pushed me forward. Oh god! Why is my fate so rough! Holding the water in my hand, I stood stiffly in place. Watching Ryan Pei walk towards me step by step. He walked up to me and looked down at me. Making my scalp numb. So I raised the water in my hand and said to him as if facing death: “For you.” Then the bottle of water that I originally intended to give to Liam Song was neatly thrown into the trash can by Ryan Pei. I thank his ancestors for eight generations. 4 “Sister-in-law, don’t be discouraged. I think my brother will definitely fall in love with you. I recognize you as my sister-in-law.” On the way home from school, Bella Pei walked beside me to comfort me. I looked up at her. Quite a good-looking girl, why is she like this? “I thank you.” I pulled the corner of my mouth, “But can you not call me sister-in-law?” I really can’t bear it. “Why?” “Because the impact is bad. Puppy love will be notified and punished.” I sighed, “Just call me Hannah.” Hearing this, she frowned. Seeing her frown, it was as if I saw my tragic future. But before I could change my words, she said: “Okay.” “Hannah, we will be family from now on.” She held my arm affectionately and leaned into my ear mysteriously, “I’ll tell you a secret.” “I like Liam Song.” Big sister, what kind of secret is this? I pretended to suddenly realize, as if waking up from a dream: “Huh? Really?” “Really. In the future, I help you chase my brother, and you help me chase Liam Song, how about it?” … System, look for yourself, what kind of suggestion is this? “I think it’s pretty good. This way you can openly contact Liam Song.” Hmm? Why didn’t I think of that. “Okay, then I’ll help you chase Liam Song first.” I agreed. From then on, Bella Pei became my best “friend”. We went to school together and left school together. Watching Liam Song receive one love letter after another together. “Calm down, you must calm down.” I held Bella Pei’s fist. Just then, Ryan Pei, who came back from PE class, was also stopped by a girl. The girl blushed and stuffed a love letter into his hand, turned and ran. Ryan Pei is very good-looking. Even though his whole body exudes an aura of “get away from me”, it can’t cover up that kind of good looks. It’s actually not strange for girls to send love letters. Bella Pei put her hand on mine backhand and patted my hand: “Don’t worry, my brother will only be yours.” Because he’s mine, I’m worried! “No, we can’t just wait like this. Come to my house after school today, let’s plan properly.” As soon as the school bell rang, Bella Pei came to take me to her house. Twenty minutes later, I stood outside a large villa, shocked. The novel said they were rich, but I didn’t know they were this rich. The old woman who opened the door was dumbfounded when she saw me. After reacting, she quickly took the schoolbags from Bella Pei and me. She walked behind me, grinning from ear to ear: “This is the first time Miss has brought a friend home.” Why does this sentence sound so familiar…

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After a car accident, my memory stopped at eighteen. When I woke up, I happened to catch Julian Xu passionately kissing my sister. I found it interesting, snapped a photo, and sent it to the family group chat. My sister saw it and ordered me to delete it. I laughed heartlessly: “Hehe, brother-in-law is so handsome, why are you hiding him, sis?” Julian Xu froze: “What did you call me…” “Brother-in-law? I’m your fiancé.” 1 In my sleep, I heard the sound of passionate kissing. Annoyed by the noise, I reluctantly opened my eyes, only to see my sister straddling a man. The two were kissing inextricably, completely disregarding me lying next to them, making ambiguous noises continuously. I sobered up instantly, eyes wide open. No way, my pure and lovely innocent sister actually has such a wild side. After seeing the man’s face clearly, I couldn’t help but sigh that she eats really well. I picked up my phone and snapped photos fiercely, thinking of sending them to her later. But damn it, I forgot to turn off the flash. Startled by the sudden bright light, both of them looked towards me. Zoe Ye cursed first: “Luna Ye, are you crazy? Playing ghost to scare who?” … Julian Xu frowned and pushed Zoe away, tidied up his messy clothes, and strode towards me. “Since you’re awake, hurry up and come back with me.” Saying this, he reached out to hold my hand. Don’t know why, as soon as he approached me, my heart felt stifled. Almost instinctively, I dodged his touch. Thinking who this person was, someone pushed the door open. The person who came was none other than my mother. My mom sat by the bed, crying with snot and tears: “How could you get into a car accident when you were fine? Fortunately, Julian sent you to the hospital in time. If anything happened to you, mom wouldn’t want to live anymore.” The lust in Julian’s eyes had faded. At this moment, he looked like a modest gentleman: “Auntie, this is what I should do.” My mom nodded with satisfaction. Seeing me indifferent, my mom winked at me. I immediately understood, got out of bed and bowed a standard 90 degrees to Julian, shouting loudly: “Thank you, brother-in-law, for saving my life. In the future, I will treat you like my own brother.” Julian’s face turned black instantly, speechless for a long time. A cold wind blew, I couldn’t help shivering, and rolled back into the hospital bed nimbly. Continued to say smilingly: “Brother-in-law won’t blame me, a patient, right? I’m a patient now, can’t stand the cold.” Julian froze: “What did you call me…” Every time I called him brother-in-law, Julian’s face sank a bit more. My mom was so scared she covered my mouth: “Damn child, what nonsense are you shouting?” Zoe, who had been standing silently beside, suddenly panicked too. “Luna, stop talking nonsense. If you talk nonsense again, Julian will be angry. Have you forgotten the consequences of making him angry last time?” I don’t understand, why would he be angry? And why can’t I make him angry? What consequences can there be for making him angry? They are all so weird. Instead, Julian said without changing his expression: “What trick are you playing again? I’m not in the mood to play with you here.” My mom looked at Julian nervously and apologized to him: “Julian, don’t lower yourself to Luna’s level. She might just be throwing a tantrum with you. Coax her, she will definitely go with you immediately. Never get angry with her.” What my mom said left me confused. Under my mom’s persuasion, Julian’s attitude softened: “It’s my fault this time. Be good, come home with me.” Saying this, he reached out to brush away the broken hair on my forehead. My mom looked at us with relief. Zoe behind seemed to have poison in her eyes. Meeting her gaze, I sobered up instantly, leaned back, didn’t sit firmly, borrowed force to kick Julian’s chest to avoid hitting my head. Julian was kicked to the ground by me, his waist hitting a sharp point, almost unable to straighten up for a moment. The distress in Zoe’s eyes was about to overflow: “Luna, are you crazy!” My mom ignored Julian and stepped forward to check my body. “Baby, let mom see, are you hurt?” Zoe complained: “Mom, look at her, does she look hurt at all? I think she’s faking it.” Julian also completely lost patience: “Luna, it seems you still haven’t learned your lesson. If I come to see you again, I’m a dog!” 2 Since childhood, I haven’t been pointed at and scolded like this. I can’t swallow this breath. I jumped up from the hospital bed and gave him a downward chop directly. Black belt in Taekwondo is not practiced for nothing. “Who wanted you to come? Aren’t you my sister’s boyfriend? What, still want to play the game of taking both sisters?” My mom turned pale with fright and hurriedly dialed my dad’s number. “Husband, come quickly, our daughter is silly.” My dad, who was paying the bill, rushed into the ward with the doctor in a panic. A crowd of people surrounded me, examining me carefully. The conclusion obtained was – brain knocked into amnesia. After hearing this diagnosis, my parents actually laughed out loud. Hurriedly asked the doctor: “What is the probability of not recovering memory?” The doctor was stunned. Generally, parents ask about the probability of recovering memory. Parents asking about the probability of not recovering memory, mine are probably the first. “About twenty percent. “There is only a slight blood clot in the patient’s brain. When the blood clot dissipates, she should be able to remember.” My parents instantly deflated like leaked balls, becoming listless. Hearing the doctor’s diagnosis, Julian sneered: “Amnesia? Thanks for thinking of it. Don’t think I can like you like this.” The picture of him passionately kissing my sister flashed in my mind. I couldn’t help shivering. “Don’t worry, brother-in-law, I’m not interested in married men.” Julian froze, then gritted his teeth: “Brother-in-law? I’m your fiancé!” Seeing this, my mom kept comforting his emotions in a humble posture. It can be seen that my mom is really afraid of him getting angry with me. My dad also started to scold me: “What nonsense, your sister has a boyfriend, relatives and friends have seen him. Saying this is bad for your sister’s reputation.” I couldn’t bear it anymore, blurted out: “Mom and Dad, what I said is true. I even took a photo just now.” My parents looked puzzled, waiting for me to find the photo for them. Zoe came over to snatch my phone at this time. “Luna, haven’t you played enough of this slanderous trick? “Aren’t you afraid Julian will hate you more?” I turned slightly, letting her pounce on nothing. She still didn’t give up, pressing me directly onto the bed. During the struggle, my finger swiped wildly on the screen. After a while, the phones of my parents, my sister, and Julian rang at the same time. At this time, their brows frowned into a “river” character in unison. My dad pulled Zoe away and slapped her: “Beast, he is your sister’s fiancé, how could you do this?” It turned out that during the struggle just now, I accidentally sent the photo to the family group chat. 3 Suddenly, the family group chat became lively. Everyone came online to eat melons (gossip). Chatting one sentence after another. [Big cousin, didn’t see that coming, playing so open privately.] [Holy crap, did I see it wrong? Isn’t this Luna’s fiancé? Why is he gnawing with Zoe?] [No way, big cousin can even seduce her own sister’s boyfriend, truly an ungrateful wolf.] Zoe looked at the scrolling messages on the screen, face flushed for a while, not knowing how to explain, looking helplessly at Julian. But Julian didn’t even give her a look. She pointed the spearhead at me again. “Luna, retract it quickly, do you want to ruin me?” I laughed heartlessly: “Hehe, brother-in-law is so handsome, why are you hiding him, sis? “Look at the photo I took of you two, quite aesthetic. No need to thank me, save it quickly. Isn’t it a beautiful memory to watch together lying in bed when old?” Zoe jumped with anger: “Didn’t you hear mom and dad say? He is your fiancé.” I was amused. “Sis, you are also teasing me with mom and dad. “If he is my fiancé, then why did you kiss together? “Could it be like what uncle said, you screwed my man behind my back?” Zoe didn’t speak. Suddenly her eyes rolled, kneeling in front of my parents: “Just now was a moment of urgency. Julian had an asthma attack. He didn’t bring a ventilator. I was giving him artificial respiration.” “Sister likes him so much, how could I rob him from her? Mom and Dad, believe me.” No way, hand reached into other’s clothes just now, whose family does artificial respiration with French kiss. Blue Sky Lord (Heavens), only fools would believe this. Result my mom asked Julian suspiciously: “Julian, is it like what Zoe said?” Julian hesitated for a moment, nodded. My mom breathed a sigh of relief instantly, muttering to herself: “I knew it, you are not that kind of people.” Okay, my own mom is that fool. My dad’s face was black, wanted to say something more, but was pulled by my mom. My mom signaled with her eyes, shook her head. My dad looked at me deeply, sighed, and eventually didn’t say a word. Their eyes gradually turned red, holding my hand: “Luna, it’s all a misunderstanding. Don’t think too much. Mom and Dad won’t harm you.” I looked at them in confusion. Why do they believe such a clumsy lie? Then they apologized to Julian again: “Luna has amnesia now. Bear with her more. Hope you won’t hurt her again after she recovers her memory.” Heavens, did this person save our whole family’s lives? 4 Mom and Dad played dumb, saying they had something to do and left first. Before leaving, didn’t forget to instruct Julian: “Julian, take good care of Luna. Maybe if you chat more, she will remember.” Zoe was pushed out of the door by them: “Go quickly, don’t disturb them two.” She was full of reluctance, but dared not flare up in front of parents. After the ward door closed, only Julian and I were left in the room. Julian looked at me wordlessly, with scrutiny in his eyes. I was stared at until goosebumps rose, didn’t know what to say, smiled awkwardly at him. He was slightly stunned, with a trace of inquiry in his tone: “Luna, really don’t remember me?” I shook my head. He asked again: “Then what do you remember now?” I lowered my eyelids, thought for a while: “I remember I scored 700 in the college entrance exam, then several famous schools came to my house to snatch me.” Recalling that scene, I giggled foolishly, so much face. But disgust inexplicably rose in Julian’s eyes, saying coldly: “A dog can’t change eating shit. Even with amnesia, you can’t change the bad habit of lying.” I immediately stopped smiling, angry out of nowhere: “Why do you say I lie? Don’t believe it, right? Let’s check now. The score checking system won’t lie to people.” Julian looked like he didn’t want to pay attention to me, and mocked me: “The one who scored 700 is Zoe. You just like to occupy the magpie’s nest (take credit for others).” Just kidding, if Zoe can score 700, I’ll handstand and eat shit. Usually scoring 300, my parents are already happy to bloom, still 700? This kind of insult to intelligence, can’t bear a bit. “Brother-in-law, you can’t invert black and white just because you like my sister, right? “Open the student information network, let you see this girl’s true level.” Julian opened his mouth to refuse me, I didn’t give him a chance at all. Excitedly pulled him to sit on the bed, clicked into the “Student Status and Education” module in front of him. Unknowingly, Julian revealed a shallow smile. At the critical moment, the internet speed stuck, kept spinning on the entering page. I slapped my thigh anxiously. But heard Julian groan in pain, almost gritting his teeth: “Luna!” I smiled sheepishly, just at this time the page refreshed. “Look look, it’s out.” Written clearly on the screen— Luna Ye total score column 700 points. Julian was dumbfounded at once, picked up my phone and refreshed again and again, even suspecting I created a fake website for him. I rolled my eyes: “Is it true or not? Put your own identity information in, won’t you know?” Julian seemed to react, fingertips quickly tapping the 26 keys. After pressing “Confirm”, I obviously felt his nervousness. Next second, his score also appeared on the screen— Julian Xu total score column 692 points. I almost laughed out loud at once: “Hahaha, weak dog, so you were afraid my score is higher than yours.” Julian stared tightly at the screen, talking to himself: “So you didn’t lie to me at that time.” I didn’t understand what he was saying, slapped his thigh again, saying word by word: “Of—course—la!” Julian’s face grimaced, removing my hand: “Speak if you speak, don’t use hands.” I immediately shrunk my hands into sleeves, looking at him pitifully: “Okay okay brother-in-law, wasn’t I too excited?” Julian’s face darkened: “Don’t call me brother-in-law again, I’m your fiancé.” I quickly pushed him off the bed: “Brother-in-law joking again. Although I have amnesia, you don’t look like my type, so don’t lie to me.” This fall seemed quite serious. He fell on the ground and couldn’t get up directly, swaying in pain. I asked guiltily: “Brother-in-law, get up quickly, stop pretending. My sister is not here now, no one here will feel sorry for you.” Seeing the cold sweat on his forehead becoming denser, I realized something was wrong and pressed the call bell by the bed. Finally he was carried away by several nurses on a stretcher. I called my parents weakly: “Mom and Dad, I seem to have caused trouble.”

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After being bullied, my sister slit her wrists and tried to commit suicide. My parents’ hair turned white overnight. The three little beasts grinned and said: “We are minors, the law can’t sentence us. What can you do to me?” I smiled too: “I can make you wish you were dead but unable to die!” 01 I was in class when my mom called. After answering, there was silence for a long time, only intermittent sobbing. I don’t know why, but my heart was beating fast. Finally, my mom gathered enough strength and cried out: “Julian, something happened to your sister!” I asked for leave immediately, didn’t even pack my clothes, and took a taxi to the station. “Mom, I’m coming back now. Don’t worry, tell me what happened first?” My mom was crying and gasping, repeating one sentence over and over: “Your sister was beaten—” I called my sister, but no one answered. Tried my dad, no answer either. My hands were shaking so much I could hardly hold the phone. I entered my sister’s school and her name on Twitter. Saw a video with tens of thousands of views, I clicked it open— A thin girl lay on the ground, protecting her head. Three girls surrounded her, taking turns stepping on her face. After half a minute, one girl said: “Let’s cut this little bitch’s hair, see if she can still be coquettish?” So she squatted down with a grin, grabbed the girl’s hair on the ground, and cut it off with a “snip snip” sound. The girl covering her face curled into a ball, trying to hide her head in her stomach. The three perpetrators got even more excited: “Still fucking dare to hide, huh?!” They cooperated tacitly. One straddled the girl, pressing her arm with knees, forcing her hands open. One was responsible for taking photos. One slapped her face. “Slap slap slap!” At this moment, I finally saw the face of the disheveled girl being beaten. That was my sister. The girl got tired of hitting and signaled to the person taking photos. So I heard an excited voiceover: “My turn! My turn!” She took out a marker and drew a turtle on my sister’s red and swollen face. My sister couldn’t break free and let out bursts of despairing howls. “Why are you like this?” One of the beasts said, “You messed up her clean face, how can she go out and be a whore?” She pulled my sister up and patted the dust off her body. Seemed like she really intended to let her go. My sister clutched the corner of her clothes, standing there at a loss. The next second, she kicked my sister’s back fiercely from behind. My sister fell to the ground, and blood stains appeared on the ground quickly. Then, they rushed up, grabbed my sister’s school uniform, and tore it hard. “Rip—” The comments skyrocketed at this moment. But soon, the video disappeared. “This video has been taken down.” Immediately, that post was gone too. “What’s wrong with you?” The driver looked at me through the rearview mirror, “Are you feeling unwell?” At this time, the taxi entered a tunnel. The car window reflected my red eyes and the bulging veins on my forehead. 02 Neighbors watching the excitement crowded the doorway. I squeezed in and saw my parents sitting on one side of the sofa, with the police in the middle, and a man in a suit and three middle-aged men sitting further out. Presumably the principal and their parents. The three little beasts were in the corner. Two lowered their heads, and the one in the middle sat on my family’s fruit box, playing with her nails boredly. Seeing me come in, she poked her companion, pointed at me, said something unknown, and they laughed together. “I’ll fucking kill you!” I grabbed the kettle casually and rushed over. But was held down immediately. One of the parents even took away my kettle. “Let go! Or I’ll kill you together!!” The little beast in the middle hid behind her father, looking at me with a smile. The policeman came over and patted my back: “Young man, calm down. We are discussing how to solve your family’s problem now. Don’t make things worse.” I threw off the beast parent’s hand: “Okay, how do you plan to solve it?” As soon as I said this, the atmosphere became subtle instantly. Several people looked at each other, exchanging glances. Definitely holding back no good intentions. The principal pulled me aside and put his arm around my shoulder: “Are you Lily’s?” “Brother.” “Oh, it’s like this. The school takes this matter very seriously. We severely criticized Tiffany Wang and the others, and they also promised not to do it again next time. considering they are all first-time offenders, we also hope you…” “What do you mean?” I broke free from his hand, “You want us to just let it go?” Having his inner thoughts exposed by me, the principal looked a bit embarrassed: “Oh, young man. We have suppressed the heat of this matter. You know, if that kind of thing spreads out, it’s bad for Lily. After all, she is a girl…” “So what?” I laughed in extreme anger, “So should our family kneel down and kowtow to you, thanking you for your great kindness? Did you suppress it for Lily, or for these little beasts?” “Young man, you have to consider the overall situation.” “Can’t consider! I only know my sister was bullied!” At this time, a parent sneered: “Don’t you think about why among so many people in the class, only your sister would be treated like this? Maybe she did something shameful. It takes two hands to clap, you know?!” I smashed a fist over, and colors appeared on that middle-aged man’s face immediately: “Holy crap, you fucking dare to hit me!” “I’ll fucking kill you!” I was dizzy with anger, preparing to beat him up when the police held me. “Young man, calm down. If you injure him, you have to pay medical expenses.” Mom also came to pull me. Looking at Mom’s tear-stained face, my heart softened instantly. “Officer, if we follow legal procedures, how many years will these people be sentenced?” The policeman sighed: “I understand your feelings very well, but strictly according to the law, they will at most be detained for a few days and then pay a few thousand dollars. No way, they are still minors.” A few days? A few thousand dollars. My brain exploded with a hum, turned my head and saw a faint smile on the little beast’s mouth corner. Hearing they would be detained, several parents worried about leaving a criminal record in the future, signaling their children with eyes. Three people quickly ran to me, bowing and apologizing. Tiffany Wang held my hand: “Sorry, we know we were wrong, promise not to do it again next time!” Hard object touch in palm, I looked down. She stuffed a bloody hairpin into my hand. Still the one I gave to Lily. A few strands of hair stuck to the hairpin, must have been pulled off Lily’s head forcefully. “Fuck!” Just as I was about to slap her, her dad quickly protected her behind him. “Brother, I’m sorry!” She cried like pear blossoms bathed in rain, “Beat me, as long as you can vent your anger, you can beat me however you want.” She was crying on her face, but her right hand gave me the middle finger below. “I’ll fucking kill you!” “Calm down!” The police stood in the middle again, turning to them and said, “The family is emotional, let’s talk about this next time, you go first!” 03 The house was quiet. It was already past ten at night, but Lily still refused to come out. We guarded in front of Lily’s bedroom door, no one willing to leave. “Mom and Dad, you go to sleep first. I’ll watch here,” I said. “How can I rest assured with Lily like this?” Dad said. Hearing this, Mom touched his back and leaned on his shoulder. Her tears had dried up long ago, eyes red and swollen. “Maybe those guys will come again tomorrow, you need to rest well.” “Yeah,” Mom said, “Listen to Julian, with him here, Lily will be fine.” Dad sighed heavily and left slowly. In early years, he worked on construction sites and developed a disability when carrying sandbags. His spine hurt whenever it was cloudy and rainy. Now old, medicine was useless, could only endure with patches. Looking at Dad’s hunched back, my nose soured, feeling indescribably uncomfortable inside. After parents turned off the lights, I knocked on the door with a rhythm of two long, two short. This was our secret code. Before, I often took her out for late-night snacks like this, secretly stuffing snacks for her, and taking her out to play crazily after parents fell asleep. But this time, I didn’t see Lily’s cheerful look as I wished. “Lily,” I said softly, “Brother is coming in?” I have the key to her room. Still no movement inside. I felt bad intuitively, found the key, and opened the door. Such a heavy smell of blood! Blood stained a large patch of the bed sheet red. Lily lay on her back, half of her body soaked in bloody water, several shocking wounds on her wrist. “Lily!” I picked her up and ran out crazily. “Mom and Dad, Lily slit her wrists!” 04 Hospital, 1 AM. I sat on the cold bench, staring at the closed door of the operating room. Every time a nurse went in or out, my heart trembled. I am twelve years older than Lily. Mom gave birth to her when I was in sixth grade. When pregnant, uncle teased me saying, you are going to have a sister, mom and dad won’t want you anymore. So I disliked her at first. Until one day at noon after school, I saw mom discharged from the hospital, holding a pink and tender little thing. She was sleeping biting her finger, emitting a nice milky smell all over. The way mom looked at her, gentle like water overflowing. I felt sour in my heart. At this time, Lily woke up, two big bright eyes staring at me, suddenly giggled. Mom said pleasantly: “Crying and making a fuss in the hospital, smiles as soon as she sees brother. Lily likes brother too much.” Only then did I feel she didn’t seem that annoying. When Lily grew to three or four years old, she liked to follow behind me. Every day when I came home from school, as soon as I opened the door, I saw her pouncing over with open arms. When I did homework, Lily stood quietly beside me watching, little head resting on the table. Mom asked: “Julian, want to eat fruit?” I shook my head. So Lily said: “Brother says no.” “Want to drink milk then?” I nodded. So Lily ran over happily: “Brother says yes.” Mom smiled: “Lily is really brother’s tail.” She carefully put the milk on the table and asked: “Brother, what is a tail?” “Just likes to follow behind others.” She said proudly: “Then I am brother’s tail!” Growing a bit older, because of heavy family financial burden, I wanted to drop out of school to work and earn tuition for Lily. When skipping class, I was caught back by dad and punished kneeling at home to be beaten. Lily stood in front of me and said: “Not allowed to beat brother.” Dad threw away the belt and suddenly covered his face crying. That was the first time I saw father cry. He said he was useless, didn’t give the two children good conditions. Later, Lily told me: “Brother, you have to study hard, so you can find a good job and marry a good wife in the future…” Forgot half way reciting, turned to ask, “Mom, what’s next?” So I agreed with Lily, never skip class again, will study hard and get into a good university. Lily extended her little finger: “Pinky promise, no change for a hundred years.” This is our contract. Since childhood, things pinky promised, can’t change even if the sky falls. Then, I went to college, Lily in middle school. Went home a few times before, found Lily talked less. I thought she just reached adolescence and was unwilling to tell me everything. I should have discovered earlier. How did I fail to discover earlier?

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