After getting into Tsinghua University, my boyfriend ran off with my best friend. My mother died of anger, and I was forced to drop out of school and work in a factory. Years later, due to a toxic gas leak at the factory, I was diagnosed with a terminal illness. The unscrupulous boss fled, and when I tracked him down, I discovered he was my scumbag ex-boyfriend. He showed no remorse, mocking me for being poor and old, telling me I was better off dead, and pushed me downstairs. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in my senior year of high school. 1 “Sophie, if college entrance exam scores could be exchanged, would you be willing to trade yours with me?” My boyfriend, Chris Taylor, handed me a bubble tea and asked jokingly. I had just woken up from a nap, my mind momentarily groggy. Just as I was about to nod, a sharp pain shot through my head. Memories from before my death flooded back. At that time, a middle-aged Chris lived in a mansion, dressed in designer brands, but wearing a malicious smile that clashed with his attire: “Sophie Shen, look at you now. I almost didn’t recognize you.” “Compensation? Keep dreaming. You poor people are just fuel for us rich folks.” “Blame yourself for being useless. Since you have cancer, you might as well die sooner.” I lunged at him in anger. But he pushed me down the stairs. I died, but Chris used the “Exchange System” to escape legal punishment. I died with grievances unresolved, and the Rebirth System found me. It told me Chris’s biggest secret. It turned out he possessed an Exchange System. As long as he obtained the other party’s consent, he could easily swap for their precious things. But if he failed to complete the system’s tasks, he would be erased. This time, the Exchange System’s task for him was to get into Tsinghua University. As the top student in the school, I was chosen by him as the exchange target. To get my college entrance exam score, he spared no effort in pursuing me for two years. Finally, he moved me, and I agreed to date him. He repeatedly tested me with similar questions. I thought he was just joking. I agreed to the exchange without any suspicion. Unexpectedly, he turned in a blank paper for his exam but swapped away my province-topping score. After getting into Tsinghua, he confessed to my two-faced best friend, and they both got into Tsinghua. They became the envy of everyone as a scholarly couple. While I, the top student, got a zero and became a huge joke. My mother, who had worked hard to support my education, died of anger. I also suffered from severe depression and had to drop out of school. Thinking of my tragic life afterward, I gritted my teeth in hatred. My whole body couldn’t stop trembling. Chris noticed something was wrong with me, his eyes looking a bit guilty as he asked: “Sophie, what’s wrong?” “I asked you a question, why aren’t you answering me?” What he cared about most was still whether I would exchange with him. I pinched my palm hard to calm myself down. When I looked up again, I had returned to normal. I smiled at him: “Sorry, didn’t catch that. What did you say?” He asked again, adding cautiously: “I was just asking casually.” I secretly laughed at his shamelessness but kept a straight face, asking back: “Why would you want to exchange exam scores with me?” He sighed and said: “Your grades are so good, you’ll definitely get into Tsinghua.” “But my grades are much worse. If we’re not in the same school, I’m afraid you won’t want me anymore.” Quite the excuse. I looked thoughtful and asked: “Then if we exchange, wouldn’t it mean I can’t get in?” “If you get into Tsinghua, won’t you have a change of heart?” He swore: “Of course not. Even if you don’t get into college, my feelings for you won’t change.” “As long as you want it, as long as I have it, I can exchange anything with you.” He continued to guide me to say I was willing to exchange. I smiled slightly and said: “Don’t worry, I won’t break up with you just because you don’t get into Tsinghua.” “Instead of fantasizing about these unrealistic things, you should seize the time to do more practice questions. You might get a few more points.” His face looked ugly for a moment, disappointment written all over it. He lost interest in talking to me and left with a random excuse. I knew he must have gone to find my “good best friend,” Maya Li. Sure enough, not long after, Maya came to find me. “Sophie, what did you say to Chris? He looks so sad.” 2 I raised an eyebrow and looked her over. Remembering the last time I saw her before I died. At that time, she and Chris were a well-known wealthy couple. Upon learning I had cancer, she covered her nose and dodged as if I were something dirty: “Chris, handle it yourself. I don’t want to catch any bad luck!” Back then, she completely forgot how I took care of her in high school. We were both from single-parent families and lived close by. Her father was strict, violent, and favored boys over girls. He would beat and kick her at the slightest dissatisfaction. She didn’t dare go home and could only stay at my house. She had no money to buy study materials, so I lent her mine. She couldn’t afford breakfast, so I shared half of mine. I patiently explained the questions she couldn’t do. Without my help, she couldn’t possibly have such good grades. But after the college entrance exam, when Chris confessed to her, she agreed without hesitation. She even came to me hypocritically and said: “Sophie, you can’t go to college anyway. You and Chris will break up sooner or later.” “Instead of letting someone else have him, it’s better if it’s me.” I cried and asked her: “Aren’t we best friends? You know he’s a scumbag, yet you’re with him?” “Sophie, it’s meaningless for you to say that.” “I can’t give up such an excellent boyfriend just for you.” “You messed up the exam yourself and aren’t worthy of him. You can’t call him a scumbag for that.” “If it were you, you wouldn’t want a boyfriend who scored zero on the college entrance exam either.” She smiled mockingly and left without looking back. Later, when my mom died, she didn’t even show her face. It’s laughable that I regarded her as my best friend. Truly blind. “Why do you care about him so much?” I asked deliberately. Thinking about it carefully, ever since Chris started pursuing me, Maya had been acting strange. She would deliberately disparage Chris in front of me. Saying he looked like a player and his interest in me was definitely impulsive. Telling me to stay away from him. But facing Chris, she had another face. Praising his devotion, his looks, saying she envied me for having such a good boyfriend. Maya’s eyes flickered, and she laughed it off: “I’m not caring about him, I’m caring about you. I thought you guys quarreled.” I lowered my head and continued doing problems, saying lukewarmly: “No quarrel, just advised him to prepare well for the exam.” I didn’t miss the fleeting joy on Maya’s face: “Then he’s being immature. You’re doing it for his own good. This person really has no ambition.” “Sophie, I think he’s not good enough for you. You should reconsider your relationship.” I looked up at her, pretending to consider seriously: “But… the exam is coming up soon. Breaking up now would be too big a blow for him, right?” “What if he fails the exam because of it? Wouldn’t I feel guilty for a lifetime?” Maya rolled her eyes: “You’re too soft-hearted.” “Why care about him? If he fails, it’s because he’s incompetent. Can he blame you?” She continued to encourage me to break up with Chris. She talked endlessly, listing a bunch of Chris’s shortcomings, advising me to break it off early. I remained silent throughout. After she got tired of talking, I smiled like a naive girl: “I know he has many flaws, but who told me to like him?” “Besides, he’s smart and comes from a wealthy family. Even if he doesn’t get into a good school, his family can support him.” “It’s me, with poor family conditions. The college entrance exam is my only way out.” After speaking, I lowered my head to do problems again, completely ignoring Maya’s ugly expression. As the exam date approached, Chris came to find me more and more frequently. He tried every way to please me. Buying me expensive gifts, responding to my every request. Circling around me like a dog every day. Making Maya jealous beyond recognition. On my birthday, he specially ordered a bouquet and a big cake. After evening self-study, he lit 999 candles on the playground and confessed his deep love to me. Students living on campus were all attracted. Maya, however, whispered sourly in my ear: “What is he doing? Don’t you think it’s exaggerated? So embarrassing!” “Sophie, being so high-profile, if teachers and parents find out, it’s bad for you! You’d better not go over.” I still had a silly smile on my face: “My mom and teachers know. They said as long as it doesn’t affect my studies, they don’t care.” Maya looked like she had swallowed a fly. Because her dad didn’t allow her to date early; she had to keep her purity to exchange for a high bride price in the future. Chris presented flowers to me in public and gave me the latest mobile phone. Maya watched with eyes glowing green. I pretended the unpleasantness of that day didn’t happen and accepted his gifts with a smile. He harmed me so badly in my past life; it was only right for me to collect some interest. On the way to send me home, he brought up the old topic again: “Sophie, are you happy today?” I nodded, shaking the flowers in my hand: “Of course I’m happy.” He rolled his eyes and asked: “Then if I ask you now, are you willing to exchange exam scores with me, what would you say?” 3 I pouted and said, “Actually, I regretted saying no that day.” His eyes lit up. I continued: “I even told my best friend.” “But she said I did the right thing, and that I shouldn’t joke about the college entrance exam.” “She also said your grades are bad, so swapping with you would be a huge loss.” His face turned iron green. “Chris, actually I think Maya makes sense too.” “Let’s not talk about this topic anymore. You know my family conditions are poor.” “My mom counts on me getting into a good university to succeed in the future.” “If I don’t test well, my mom will be heartbroken.” He immediately interrupted me irritably: “You only know your mom, your mom. What about me?” “Have you never considered my feelings?” I looked at him in surprise and asked: “Isn’t this a hypothetical question?” “I said I wouldn’t swap scores with you, I didn’t say I’d break up with you. Why are you angry?” He ran his hands through his hair anxiously, saying urgently: “I don’t have much time left!” “Can’t you just coax me? Even if it’s a lie!” I shook my head, looking innocent and sincere: “Chris, you know I don’t like to lie, especially to you.” “The most important thing between two people is honesty, isn’t it?” He uttered a curse, then asked me with red eyes: “I’ll ask you one last time, are you willing to swap with me or not.” “If you don’t, you will lose me. Are you still unwilling to swap?” He was like a trapped beast in a cage. But I watched his near-collapse with interest. “What’s wrong with you? Why are you so irritable?” I still didn’t take his bait. The taste of toying with scumbags was truly satisfying. Chris’s body began to tremble uncontrollably. “Am I not good enough to you? What exactly do you want?” His eyes became fierce. Just as I was worried he might hit me, my mom arrived. “Sophie, why so late today?” Chris immediately calmed down, put on an ingratiating smile, and faced my mom: “Auntie, today is Sophie’s birthday. I celebrated with her, so we were delayed a bit.” He smiled and handed the cake to my mom. My mom frowned slightly, looked at me, then said to Chris: “Little Chris, Auntie knows you are good to Sophie.” “But the exam is coming up soon. You both need to focus on preparation.” “After you both get into good universities, you’ll have plenty of time for romance.” “Auntie isn’t old-fashioned, but at this critical juncture, you can’t relax at all, understand?” He nodded stiffly: “Auntie, I know. Just this once.” “It’s her birthday today…” My mom didn’t make it hard for him, waving her hand: “Alright, you go home early too.” “After the exam, come to our house, Auntie will cook something good for you.” Chris looked at me again before leaving reluctantly. As soon as I got home, I received his message. 【Sophie, I still want your affirmative answer.】 【This is very important to me. Since you love me too, why can’t you fulfill my wish?】 He started guilt-tripping me. Seeing I ignored him, he directly threatened to break up. He even showed me messages from several girls confessing to him. One profile picture was Maya. I recognized it instantly because I drew that profile picture for her. 【If you don’t cherish me, plenty of others will.】 【Sophie Shen, I’ve had enough. You don’t love me at all.】 【Let’s break up!】 The corners of my mouth couldn’t help rising. This was the sentence I was waiting for. I quickly replied with one word: 【Okay】 He angrily replied: 【Don’t regret it!】 I sent him a screenshot of my chat with Maya. Maya spared no effort in persuading me to break up with him, saying: 【Chris has bad grades, might not even get into college. You have no future with him.】 【When you get to university and meet better people, you will definitely regret it. Break up early.】 【His family just has a little money, far from real rich people!】 Chris’s chat box showed 【Typing…】 for a long time. Finally, he only sent me two sentences: 【Heh… she told you that?】 【Do you believe that if I just hook my finger, she’ll come running like a dog?】 I pretended to be angry and replied: 【You’re not allowed to slander my best friend like that!】 【She doesn’t even look at you, stop being delusional!】 I knew that with Chris’s temper, he would definitely go confess to Maya immediately. Sure enough, he soon sent me a screenshot of his successful confession to Maya. The next morning, Chris high-profiledly held Maya’s hand entering the school. The classmates who were moved by his deep confession to me last night were dumbfounded. Someone asked Chris: “What act is this? Didn’t you say last night you’d love Sophie Shen forever?” 4 Chris glanced at me, who was focused on memorizing words, and sneered: “I just suddenly realized I was chasing the wrong person.” He made up a melodramatic story. Saying he met a little girl when he was young and spent a wonderful day with her. They even exchanged tokens. Growing up, he met me and mistook me for the girl he knew back then. Only last night did the misunderstanding clear up; I took the token he gave Maya, causing him to mistake the person. After that, he rolled his eyes at me mockingly: “Cinderella’s sister cutting off her toes to fit the glass slipper is just deceiving herself.” “True love can overcome all difficulties. No matter how some people try to obstruct, the truth will come out one day.” Maya hid beside him with a shy face, smiling very sweetly. She also pretended to hit him lightly, saying: “Oh, don’t say that. Sophie didn’t mean it.” “She just liked you too much.” Chris kissed her on the cheek and said: “Baby, you are just too kind.” I was almost disgusted to death. Although I really wanted to help this pair of scumbag and bitch succeed, I couldn’t bear such infamy for no reason. I put down my book and asked with a smile: “What token is it?” Chris pointed to the necklace on my neck: “This one. You won’t deny that Maya gave it to you, right?” I looked down, then looked at Maya: “Didn’t your mom give this to you?” Maya gave me the necklace. Because for her birthday that year, I gave her a silver bracelet. Far more valuable than this silver necklace. Maya said aggrievedly: “I said that because I didn’t have money to buy a gift for your birthday.” “You know, my dad never gives me pocket money.” Chris held Maya’s hand heartachely and said to me: “Sophie Shen, that’s enough.” “Knowing Maya’s family situation, yet accepting her expensive gift, you are really cruel.” “And lying to me that this necklace was yours, making me think you were the one I was looking for.” The whole class looked at me with strange eyes. Maya neither explained for me nor agreed with Chris, just stood beside Chris with slightly red eyes. Letting me be slandered by Chris and criticized by classmates. “How can Sophie be like this?” “What plastic sisterhood, stabbing her best friend in the back.” “I thought she really took care of Maya, didn’t expect her to steal her boyfriend behind her back.” Chris looked at me triumphantly, very satisfied with the effect he created. “Sophie Shen, I hope you can apologize to me and Maya, and return all the gifts I gave you.” “Those things don’t belong to you. Won’t your conscience hurt taking them?” So he staged this not only to frame me but also to get back the money spent on me. As expected of him. Maya pulled him, acting green tea: “Chris, forget it… we are already together, other things are not important.” “Maybe this is a test from heaven for us. As for Sophie… I won’t blame her.” “Who made her my best friend!” After speaking, she walked up to me and said in an extremely disgusting tone: “Sophie, you will bless us, right?” “We’ll still be good friends in the future, okay?” Although I had long been disgusted with her and Chris. At this moment, I was still sickened by her. I didn’t want to embarrass her in public, but now… I directly took out my phone and sent the chat record between me and Chris last night to the class group. Chris and Maya naturally received it too. Their faces instantly became extremely ugly.

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My father is a yandere with an extreme need for control. He forced my mother, and that’s how I was born. When I was nine, my mother returned with my half-brother from another father. 1 When I was eight years old. I heard a little news about my mother when my uncle got drunk. Uncle said my mother was a great beauty. She was only twenty-two when she gave birth to me. Uncle also said she was a cold and heartless woman. She ran off with another man right after giving birth to me. Dad was furious and used all his power back then to find where my mother went. However, my mother disappeared like water turning into steam. I wanted to ask more questions about my mother. But my uncle passed out drunk. So I went to ask my dad. “Will Mom ever come back?” Dad’s pupils shrank slightly, his voice a bit hoarse. “Practice your piano obediently, and your mom will come back.” 2 Dad urged me to practice piano since I was little. So Mom will come back if I play the piano well? Okay, then I’ll practice every day. So I practiced and practiced. My hands cramped from practicing. Auntie May felt sorry for me and massaged my hands. She also advised me not to practice for so long. I said, “Auntie May, I still have to practice. I want to play for Mom when she comes back.” When I could proficiently play all the rhythms, Mom still hadn’t come back. I thought I still wasn’t practicing well enough. If I could compose a song for Mom, she would definitely be very happy. Ms. Harris, who taught me piano, was getting visibly pregnant. So she stopped coming to teach me. Dad found a new teacher to teach me. I called her Ms. Wu. She was very beautiful and treated me very gently. I heard Ms. Wu say she was also my mother’s classmate. “Ms. Wu, did Mom also like playing the piano?” “Yes, your mother played very well. Do you want to surpass your mother?” I shook my head, “I just want to see Mom.” Ms. Wu was silent. Then she said, “Melody, you can ask your dad to find you another mom.” Is another mom still a mom? No, fairy tales say that’s a stepmother. Stepmothers are usually very bad. I didn’t want a stepmother, so I went to beg Dad not to marry a stepmother. “What nonsense are you talking about?” Dad’s face fell. But for the first time, I was happy because of Dad’s dark face. So Dad won’t marry a stepmother? But I found that Ms. Wu seemed to like Dad very much. Every time Dad came to watch me play the piano, she would secretly look at Dad. Seeing that Ms. Wu treated me reasonably well. “Ms. Wu, Dad said he won’t marry a stepmother. You’d better stop liking Dad.” Ms. Wu laughed angrily at my words. “What do you know?” I know, I just know. Dad likes Mom very much. He often stares at my mother’s photo in a daze. 3 But later I didn’t understand again. Another year passed, and I was nine. Dad brought two people back. A woman and a little boy about three or four years old, sleeping on the woman’s shoulder. At first glance, I recognized her as my mother! Exactly the same as the mother in the photo. Although she looked pale, she was still the most elegant person I had ever seen. I approached Mom happily. She only glanced at me indifferently, holding the little brother tightly in her arms. Then she looked at Dad with hatred. Dad didn’t seem to have the joy of getting Mom back. He locked Mom in the room. I begged Dad not to lock Mom up. But Dad ignored me. So I went to beg Uncle. Uncle said no one could persuade my dad unless my mom was willing to admit her mistake to him. I asked what mistake Mom made. Uncle said that boy was a bastard Mom had outside. I didn’t understand what “bastard” meant, but listening to Uncle’s tone, I knew it definitely wasn’t a good word. Taking advantage of the gap when Auntie May delivered food to Mom, I sneaked into Mom’s room. I hid behind the table. Auntie May left. I peeked at Mom. The little brother was sleeping again. Mom gently stroked his face with her hand. Deep in her eyes was hidden tenderness. At that moment, my eyes felt a little sore. The book says sore eyes could be loss, jealousy, sadness, or joy, envy, memories… I couldn’t distinguish what emotion I was feeling at the time. I only knew I also longed for Mom to treat me like this. I kept hiding behind and watching Mom. And Mom was watching the little brother, not noticing me. I don’t know how long passed before Dad came in too. Mom didn’t care about Dad’s arrival, maintaining her original posture. Dad walked to Mom’s side, his tall body leaned down, then pinched Mom’s chin with his hand, forcing her to look at him. 4 “I’ll give you three more days to consider, otherwise I don’t know what I’ll do.” After speaking, Dad looked at the little brother with cold eyes. “Ethan, you are truly heartless. I won’t let my child leave me!” Mom yelled at Dad. “Chloe, do you think you are fit to call me heartless? Who abandoned Melody and ran away back then? Do you know Melody is also your child?” The air seemed to stand still. My heart beat faster, expecting Mom to say a little bit of caring words for me. Unfortunately, no. “If you hadn’t forced me, I would never have had this child. I didn’t want to give birth to this child at all, especially a child with you!” Mom’s words dashed my last hope. So Mom didn’t want me to be born. So I am a child detested by my mother. No wonder Mom left right after giving birth to me. No wonder Mom didn’t even want to look at me. I couldn’t help hugging my small body and sobbing. There was the sound of pillows being smashed around. “Chloe!” Dad was furious. I didn’t care about crying anymore and looked up at Dad. He was usually such a calm person, but now his veins were bulging, and his eyes emitted a dangerous chill. Mom struggled desperately, “Bastard!” I was scared by the scene of my parents tearing at each other. Dad wouldn’t bite Mom to death, would he? No, I have to save Mom! I stepped forward and pounded on Dad’s leg. “Dad, let go!” I couldn’t say the word “Mom.” Both parents stopped. Then both looked at me with astonishment. Dad frowned and asked me, “Why are you here?”

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On our tenth anniversary, my deaf husband, Ethan, disappeared all morning. Assuming he was preparing a surprise for me, I joyfully went to the hotel we agreed on. But what awaited me was his guilt-ridden confession: “I’m sorry, I cheated.” My mind went blank. The stain of bright red on the sheets stung my eyes. Ethan rubbed his forehead, looking defeated. “Sarah, this was an accident neither of us wanted. We were both drunk.” His “female bro,” Chloe, clutched the duvet tightly, breaking down in tears: “I’m not a virgin anymore. How am I supposed to get married in the future…” Ethan was silent for a long time. “I’m sorry. I’ll take responsibility.” I held back my tears. “What about me?” Ethan couldn’t speak. I laughed sarcastically, tears bursting from my eyes. “Let’s get a divorce.” “No, I won’t divorce you even if I die.” Ethan took off his hearing aids with red-rimmed eyes, refusing to communicate with me. I looked at him in despair. My phone vibrated, a message popping up from my ex-boyfriend: 【Sarah, stop being mad at me, okay?】 1 “Miss Song, I won’t ruin someone else’s marriage.” Chloe lifted her head stubbornly, the teardrops clinging to her lashes threatening to fall. “Don’t worry, I won’t ask Ethan to take responsibility.” She sobbed twice. “I won’t be a homewrecker!” Chloe stumbled out of bed. Ethan tried to support her, but she dodged him. She put on her clothes, wiped away her tears, glanced at Ethan with red eyes, grabbed her bag, and rushed out the door. My nails dug deep into my palms. Ethan looked anxious, quickly put on his clothes and hearing aids, brushed past me, and chased after her. I collapsed weakly onto the bed. A while later, Ethan returned, looking like he’d lost his soul. His gaze met mine, and he frowned disapprovingly. “How could you treat Chloe like that? She’s innocent.” I widened my eyes slightly in disbelief. Ethan’s brows knitted tight. “Isn’t she?” I gripped my phone tightly, turned my head away with tears in my eyes, and choked out, “Am I not innocent too?” Ethan fell silent. He scratched his head irritably. “We just had a little to drink while discussing business with a client. I didn’t expect things to develop like this…” “Chloe was a virgin… I have to take responsibility for her.” Ethan’s head hung lower and lower. A sarcastic smile hung on my face. “So should I go find my ex-boyfriend to take responsibility for me?” Ethan was momentarily speechless. “That’s not what I meant.” I laughed, tears blurring my vision. “You still care that I wasn’t a virgin.” Ethan got anxious. “I don’t! You know how much I love you.” “But you slept with someone else, and you want to take responsibility for her.” Ethan’s voice trembled. “But I don’t love her!” “I just accidentally made a mistake while drunk. Can’t you forgive me once for the sake of our thirteen years of relationship?” Ethan squatted in front of me, trembling as he held my hand. I lowered my head to hide the tears about to fall. “I promise I won’t sleep with another woman again, and I won’t drink anymore, but…” He lowered his head. “This is my fault. I must take responsibility for Chloe.” I broke free from Ethan’s hand and looked up into his eyes. “How do you plan to take responsibility? Be with her?” Ethan didn’t make a sound. I took his silence as a yes. “Let’s divorce.” Ethan pursed his lips, avoiding my gaze. “Chloe isn’t in a good state. I’ll go find her first.” “Wait for me… I’ll handle this matter properly. I won’t divorce you.” “I only love you.” Ethan stood up and left in a hurry. I propped up my head helplessly, tears falling uncontrollably. My phone popped up with a new message. 【I won’t badmouth Ethan anymore. I can apologize to him face-to-face for what happened before.】 【Don’t ignore me. I’ve been given the cold shoulder by you for thirteen years, please…】 I replied with trembling hands. 【I want to go home.】 The reply came instantly: 【I’m coming to pick you up now. Wait for me.】 2 Returning to the home I shared with Ethan, my gaze swept over the small, damp apartment. For the first time, I realized that having grown up in luxury, I could endure so much hardship for a man. To accompany him for work, I left home and came to S City, thousands of miles away. Here, I had no friends or relatives, only Ethan. But he… Wiping away the moisture at the corners of my eyes, I went back to the room to pack my luggage. My elbow accidentally bumped Ethan’s mouse. The computer screen lit up, displaying his WeChat chat window. It was the chat interface with Chloe. My pupils contracted as I scrolled mechanically with the mouse. The more I read, the colder my heart grew. 【Ethan oppa, wanna come out for a drink tonight?】 【Sarah is mad again? Women are like that, love throwing tantrums. You coax her.】 【My stockings ripped. Buy me a pair downstairs and bring them up. Don’t overthink it, I’m asking you because you’re my bro.】 【The coffee you just drank was pretty good, I took the rest. Bought you a bubble tea, left it on your desk.】 … After reading the chat history, blood rushed to my head, and I swayed. I barely steadied myself by holding onto the desk, nails digging deep into the wood. Tears fell onto the desk, splashing. Memories surged. The scene of Ethan’s confession replayed in my mind. Holding a huge bouquet of red roses, he knelt before me, swearing devoutly: “From now on, I will only love Sarah Song.” “I will never let Sarah suffer a bit of grievance or shed a single tear.” “Heaven and earth be my witness, I will never have a second heart.” He broke his promise. I bit my lower lip hard, the taste of blood spreading in my mouth. The wedding photo on the wall suddenly fell, making a loud noise. I walked over to pick it up, fingers tracing the photo. When we first got married, Ethan and I were tight on money. We only registered the marriage and didn’t hold a wedding. When conditions improved slightly, Ethan spent a month’s salary to take wedding photos with me. In the photo, Ethan held me with eyes full of love, his lips pressing against my forehead. It was too ironic. I numbly picked up the scissors, cut the photo into pieces, and threw them into the trash can. A sound came from the entryway. Ethan was back. Seeing me at home, Ethan’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Chloe is missing.” “Mhm.” I responded. He frowned. “Why do you have this attitude?” My eyelashes trembled. “Then what attitude should I have?” Ethan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, his eyes were full of disappointment. “Sarah, you really feel like a stranger to me.” “The old you was kind and tolerant, helping everyone in need. But now, how did you become so…” I clenched my fingertips, interrupting him. “You said it yourself, that was before.” “I’ve changed, happy now?” The living room fell silent. I threw the marriage certificate in front of him, looking calmly into his eyes. “Let’s go get a divorce now.” Ethan was getting frantic. “How many times do I have to say it? I won’t divorce you.” “Why can you give up our thirteen years of feelings so easily!” I raised my hand and slapped him across the face, choking out with red eyes, “You gave up first.” I knocked his hearing aids to the ground. Ethan covered his face in a daze, speechless for a long time. He silently bent down to pick up the hearing aids and put them on. Ignoring my resistance, he pulled me into his arms. “I’m really in a difficult position. Can you understand me a little, wifey?” Dull pain spread across my chest. I wanted to push him away, but my body felt too heavy to lift my hands. “Chloe is young and fragile inside. Encountering something like this, she easily thinks dark thoughts…” “I’ll accompany her for a while first. Once her condition improves, we’ll make plans.” “In the future, can you stay away from her?” I felt like I was struck by lightning, speechless for a moment. The abrupt ringing of the phone interrupted us. Ethan took out his phone in confusion and swiped to answer. The next second, his pupils shook violently. “What did you say!” 3 Chloe was in a car accident. Ethan dragged me to the hospital. Before entering the ward, Ethan instructed me with a serious face: “Apologize to Chloe later.” I frowned. “I didn’t do anything wrong. Why should I apologize?” Ethan explained to me with a tired and helpless look: “If you hadn’t hurt Chloe, would she have gotten into a car accident?” I laughed out of anger. Inside the ward, Chloe whimpered painfully and called weakly towards the door: “Ethan, Sarah, don’t fight because of me.” “I’m fine with anything… as long as it doesn’t affect your relationship.” Ethan forcefully pulled me in. “Quick, apologize to Chloe.” Sharp pain shot through my arm. I shook off Ethan’s hand. “You two slept together. What did I do wrong? Why should I apologize!” Chloe’s face instantly turned pale, her shoulders trembling as she started to cry. “My purity is gone…” “My parents will beat me to death. I can’t get married anymore…” Ethan glared at me. “Sarah!” “With my purity gone, I might as well die.” Chloe looked like she wanted to get out of bed with empty eyes. Ethan hurriedly held her in his arms, preventing her from getting out of bed. Chloe buried her face in Ethan’s chest, clutching his clothes, crying like a pear blossom bathed in rain. “Don’t worry about me. I don’t need you to care.” “Just let me die. What’s the point of living!” Ethan stroked the top of Chloe’s head with heartache. “I’ll take responsibility. Trust me.” My vision went black, and I felt pain in all my internal organs. “Ethan!” Ethan, with his back to me, stiffened and took off his hearing aids. Chloe, crying out of breath, wrapped her arms around his waist. I didn’t have the courage to watch any longer. Clutching my aching chest, I left with heavy steps. It was already dark when I got home. I sat on the sofa with a splitting headache. My tears had dried up, and my throat was too hoarse to speak. Ethan called me. After connecting, there was silence on the other end. After a long while, he spoke with a hoarse voice: “Sorry, I was impulsive just now.” “I’m almost home. I bought you a gift. Let’s have a good talk later.” “Stop treating Chloe like that. She’s the victim.” “Apologize to her properly tomorrow, and don’t appear in front of her again in the future.” I gripped the phone tightly and spoke with difficulty: “Do you remember what day it is today?” The other end fell silent again. “Talk when I get home.” The call ended. I slid weakly from the sofa to the floor. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something under the sofa. I subconsciously reached out and pulled it out. It was a file folder with the logo of the Shen Group. The Shen Group is a rising corporation in recent years. It is said that their boss, like Ethan, is hearing impaired. Turning the folder over, Ethan’s name was written on the back. I frowned and opened the folder. Inside was a thick stack of bidding documents. Opening the bidding documents, my face instantly turned pale. Eager to verify, I took out my phone and searched for the CEO of the Shen Group. The webpage was clean; nothing could be found. A flash of inspiration struck, and I clicked on Chloe’s WeChat Moments. 【March 25th】 【Bags cure all diseases. Thanks to a certain bro who prefers to remain anonymous.】 The picture was a cute selfie of her carrying the latest top luxury bag. Zooming in on the picture with two fingers, there was an all-too-familiar hand in the bottom right corner. Only, he wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. My fingers trembled as I continued to scroll down. 【March 1st】 【The necklace matches my outfit today perfectly. Thanks to Boss Shen for caring about his little assistant.】 The picture was of her wearing a white dress and a pink diamond necklace. Boss Shen, little assistant. The string in my brain snapped. I had mentioned this necklace to Ethan once. I liked this style very much, but its price of 5.2 million was an astronomical figure for me now. Ethan joked that he would buy me one when he got rich in the future. But now it was worn around Chloe’s neck. 4 In my memory, Ethan was an orphan, very poor, so poor that he relied on student loans and part-time jobs for college. When he first started college, he only had an old-style phone, and his lunch and dinner were plain steamed buns. He couldn’t afford hearing aids and had difficulty communicating with classmates, always alone. As the class monitor, I felt sorry for him and paid for his first pair of hearing aids. After graduation, Ethan had a job but was still poor as a church mouse. He was so poor that my parents didn’t want me to marry him. But I still resolutely got the marriage license with him. To prove a point, I never asked for a penny from my family. The new pair of hearing aids on his ears now were also bought by me. But according to the timeline of the Shen Group’s founding, Ethan became rich a year after graduation. Yet he still lied to me that he was poor, unwilling to even pay for a wedding. The apartment we lived in was rented. Thinking back, Ethan always asked me for money with various excuses. My monthly salary was spent on the family and him. And I never saw his salary. Severe pain came from my heart. I clutched the fabric on my chest, cold sweat seeping from my forehead, a sense of suffocation surging towards me. I fumbled for a plastic bag and put it over my mouth, breathing heavily to prevent fainting from hyperventilation. Ethan called me just then. “Sarah, I’m not coming back for now. Chloe is threatening suicide; I have to stay with her.” Ignoring what he was saying, the survival instinct in my mind forced me to ask him for help: “Ethan, I feel so bad, come back quickly.” Ethan’s voice was full of exhaustion: “Sarah, stop pretending.” “Chloe’s situation is really critical right now. If I don’t go, she’ll die.” “Stop making a scene, okay? I’ll accompany you after I deal with this.” Before I could speak, he quickly hung up the phone. I looked at the phone screen desolately. My ex-boyfriend’s message popped up: 【Sarah, I’m almost there】 After recovering a bit, I propped myself up. I found Ethan’s bank card from the cabinet and opened the balance inquiry page on the computer. I typed the password with trembling fingers. Because of nervousness, I typed it wrong several times. After unlocking it, I froze on the spot. The long string of zeros after the bank account made my ten-year marriage seem particularly ridiculous. My legs went weak, and I fell to the ground. Tears blurred my vision. Together for thirteen years… Ethan had been lying to me all along. I bit my lip hard and climbed up from the ground. Operating the computer, I transferred half the money from Ethan’s card. The phone popped up a new message: 【Sarah, I’m here】 I stumbled, supporting myself against the wall, to the balcony. My childhood sweetheart, Leo Lu, stood under the streetlamp in a black suit, his car parked beside him. Not seeing him for thirteen years, he had matured a lot, with a touch of melancholy in his eyes, no longer the sunny boy from before. Perhaps sensing my gaze, he suddenly looked up, meeting my eyes. Driving all the way from home, Leo’s eyes were bloodshot. In an instant, my nose soured, and tears started falling again. Leo panicked a bit and walked quickly upstairs. I opened the door and crashed into a warm embrace. Leo hugged me tightly. The accumulated grievances finally couldn’t be held back at this moment. Leo patted my back gently, soothing me with a hoarse voice: “I’m here, don’t cry.” “No matter what happens, I’m here.”

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During the college entrance exam break, my roommate said she was scared to stay in the dorm alone and begged me to take her home. I kindly brought her home, but who knew she would sneak into my brother’s room that very night, and the next day, make a huge scene claiming my brother assaulted her. My brother’s exams were ruined, and his reputation was destroyed. When the school found out, they expelled him, and no other school was willing to accept him. To avoid implicating me at school, my family had no choice but to let my roommate move in with us. She lived like a queen in my house, demanding my parents serve her hand and foot, even making them wash her feet every night. My brother dropped out of school to work in a black factory just to support her lavish spending. My brother died in an accident at the factory, crushed by a machine. My parents, devastated, fell ill and passed away shortly after. Filled with hatred, I set a fire and dragged the roommate who ruined my family’s fate down to hell with me. Until I died, I couldn’t understand what deep hatred existed between our families to make her destroy us all like this. Unexpectedly, when I opened my eyes, I was back on the day she asked to go home with me. …… 1 “Sophie, everyone else went home for the break. I’m scared to stay in the dorm alone. Can you take me home with you?” Looking at my roommate Harper’s face, I shivered and took a step back. These familiar words made me instantly realize I was reborn! On this day in my past life, school let out for the college entrance exam break. Everyone in our dorm went home, except Harper, whose home was deep in the mountains and she didn’t plan to return. She pitifully begged me to take her home. Thinking of our friendship as roommates for so long, and although my brother was taking the exam, Harper and I were both juniors and wouldn’t be stupid enough to disturb a test-taker. In the end, I brought Harper home. Who knew this decision would ruin my entire family’s life! After arriving home, Harper charmed my parents with her sweet words. Not wanting her to feel slighted, my parents even gave up the master bedroom for her, sleeping in the small attic themselves. But that night, Harper sneaked into my brother’s room in the dark! Early the next morning, a scream pierced through my ceiling. My parents and I rushed out, only to see Harper crying pearly tears, pointing at my brother, claiming he assaulted her! At that time, my parents were about to go grocery shopping. The door was wide open, and neighbors passing by the building all heard about it. No matter how we argued, Harper insisted my brother lured and assaulted her. Because of her scene, my brother was sent to the police station and missed all three days of the college entrance exam. Originally a top student destined for an Ivy League school, his future was delayed just like that. Three days later, he came out of the police station. The exams were over, and the charge of assault was pinned on him. My brother couldn’t defend himself, was expelled from school, and no nearby school was willing to accept him. Harper even threatened my family. If we didn’t obey her from then on, she would make a fuss at my school, letting everyone know I had a molester for a brother! For my future, my brother and parents swallowed their anger and let Harper live in our house. Harper forced my brother to drop out and work in a black factory, taking every penny of his salary each month to spend recklessly. My parents became her slaves at home. She beat and scolded them, and even forced them to bring a basin and wash her feet every night! They endured such dark days for nearly a year. Finally, it was almost time for my college entrance exam. Just then, my brother was accidentally crushed to death by a machine in the factory. When the news reached my parents, who were already tortured by Harper, they aged decades overnight. Soon, they fell seriously ill and followed my brother. Our once happy family was left with only me. Gritting my teeth in hatred, the night before the exam, I tied Harper up, made her kneel before the photos of my brother and parents, and set a fire to perish together with her. Unexpectedly, opening my eyes again, I returned to the day Harper asked me to take her home! Hearing this request that ruined my family’s life, I refused decisively, “Sorry, my brother is taking the exam soon. My house doesn’t accept outsiders!” 2 My words were cold and heartless. The smile on Harper’s face froze for a moment. “Sophie, how can you be so hurtful? Aren’t we best friends? You actually called me an outsider!” So she still knows we’re best friends! I asked myself if I had ever wronged Harper. From the first day we met, I knew her family was poor, her parents favored her younger brother, and her monthly allowance was only a hundred yuan. So I did my best to help her, sharing half my meals every day, saving money to buy her clothes and quilts, and even lying that they were unwanted items from my home just to protect her pride. I couldn’t understand where I had wronged her to make her hate me enough to destroy my family in my past life. Looking at Harper’s hypocritical face, I tried my best to calm the resentment in my chest. “I wasn’t wrong. That’s my home. You’re not related to me, aren’t you an outsider?” Before, if she showed a hint of hurt, I would rush to comfort her. But I am no longer the old me. After experiencing everything in my past life, not rushing up to fight her on the spot was already me being calm. Harper broke down a bit. “Sophie Vance, what do you mean? Usually calling me best friend, now calling me an outsider? Fine, since you think I’m an outsider, I’m leaving!” With that, she ran out of the dorm with red eyes. Watching her leave, I breathed a sigh of relief, quickly packed my luggage, left the school gate, and took a taxi home. In this life, I didn’t bring Harper home. The nightmare of my past life shouldn’t repeat, right? My brother can take the exam properly tomorrow and won’t lose his life working in a black factory. I got out of the car with a heavy heart. But just as I walked to the door and glanced, my blood almost froze. Harper, who ran out of the dorm in front of me half an hour ago, was standing at my door, laughing and talking with my brother! Seeing me return, my brother waved at me quickly. “Sophie is back!” I didn’t know how I walked to my brother and asked in a dry voice, “Why is she at our door?” Harper stepped forward and held my arm intimately. “Oh, didn’t we agree, Sophie? During the exam break, you’d take me to your house for a few days because you felt sorry that I’d be scared alone in the dorm.” My brother also nodded and smiled. “Your friend ran over saying you planned to take her home for a few days but forgot because you were busy, so I brought her back for you.” My brother flicked my forehead. “How can you forget your classmate?” I stiffened all over, but couldn’t tell them about my past life. The experiences were too bizarre; I was afraid my family would think I was crazy. And I still didn’t know Harper’s motive. My brother had exams tomorrow; I was afraid she would get desperate and do something even more excessive. Since she insisted on coming, keeping her under my nose might be better. My brain spun rapidly and finally calmed down. I smiled, “I am forgetful. Thanks, brother. Let’s go in.” Harper followed me, her tone full of triumph. “I knew it, Sophie. How could you be mad at me or mind me coming to your brother directly?” I perfunctorily answered, thinking about how to plan for my brother tonight. 3 My parents didn’t know there was a lifetime of enmity between Harper and me. Hearing my brother introduce her as my good friend from school, they warmly welcomed her. My dad even made a special trip to the supermarket to buy lots of snacks, telling Harper not to be polite and to treat this as her own home. Harper ate without hesitation, sweet-talking my parents until they beamed with joy. Watching her act, I felt sick to my stomach. That night, my parents said they wanted to give up the master bedroom for Harper, just like in my past life. Seeing Harper secretly noting the distance from the master bedroom to my brother’s room, I clenched my fingers and stood up. “Harper, afraid you might not sleep well on your first night here, I prepared a glass of hot milk for you.” I handed her the hot milk, adding, “Dad bought this imported brand specially tonight.” I knew Harper; she loved taking petty advantages. As expected, hearing it was imported, she immediately drank it all, abandoning her initial politeness. I watched her enter the room. At first, there were some noises, probably her playing on her phone, then it went quiet. I pushed open the door and called her softly several times. She slept like a log, unwakeable. I made a prompt decision to wake up my brother, who was getting ready for bed. “Brother, go sleep at your friend’s house tonight. I remember he lives in the next building.” My parents were surprised. “Why send your brother to sleep elsewhere for no reason? And with exams tomorrow, how can he disturb others?” I gritted my teeth. “I don’t care. My brother must sleep at his friend’s house tonight!” My parents wanted to persuade me, but I rarely insisted on things like this. The more they talked, the more I seemed on the verge of breakdown. Finally, my brother compromised first. “Okay, okay, just sleeping at my bro’s for a night. Our relationship is iron-clad; it’s not disturbing. Mom, Dad, don’t worry.” With that, my brother messaged his friend and went to the next building. After he left, my parents complained that I was unreasonable, tormenting my brother knowing he had exams tomorrow. Only I, reborn, knew the immense relief I felt watching my brother leave the house. The next day, I was woken up by a scream. 4 I jumped out of bed and checked the time. It was exactly when my parents usually prepared to go grocery shopping. Harper looked at my brother’s empty room, breaking down a bit. “What happened? Sophie Vance, where is your brother?” Seeing her livid face, I sneered internally but showed nothing on my face. “My brother went to stay at a friend’s last night. Why are you looking for him?” “Stayed over?” Harper looked agitated. “How can this be! Damn it, how did I sleep so soundly? What about my plan…” She stopped halfway, remembering I was there. “Will he come back this morning?” I shrugged. “Probably not. He’ll likely go straight to the exam center from his friend’s place.” Harper was anxious, her eyes darting around restlessly. She saw my parents getting ready to go out. Seeing neighbors passing by the open door, her eyes lit up! “Help! The exam student in this house molested…” Before she could finish, I covered her mouth tightly! The anger in my chest was about to overflow! I really didn’t expect that even after I foiled her plot in this life, she still wanted to force it. Taking advantage of parents taking students to exams, she tried to spread rumors and smear my brother’s name! Many students in this building went to the same school or even class as my brother. If they heard Harper’s rumors and brought them to school, my brother’s exams would be ruined! This vicious woman! I wished I could strangle her right now! While covering Harper’s mouth, I shouted to my stunned parents, “Close the door quickly!” My parents vaguely heard Harper’s unfinished sentence and quickly closed the door, running over. “Daughter, what’s going on?” Harper broke free from my hand and cursed, “Sophie Vance, are you sick? Why cover my mouth!” “You know why!” I said coldly. “Harper, I really don’t know where I offended you. I refused to let you come yesterday, but you insisted. After sleeping one night, you inexplicably accuse my brother of assaulting you. What grudge do we have?” “What?” My parents were shocked. “Your brother assaulted her? Impossible! Your brother wasn’t even home last night. How could he?” Hearing my parents blurt this out, Harper realized that what I said when I woke up was true. My brother wasn’t even home last night, and her best chance to spread rumors was interrupted by me. She said hatefully, “I don’t care! Who knows if he was really away? He assaulted me, and he has to take responsibility!” Mom got anxious. “How can you be like this, young lady! My son wasn’t home last night; he slept at his friend’s. That’s a witness! How dare you speak nonsense!” Obviously, Mom’s words made Harper panic. “Stop scaring me. I say it happened, so it happened!” I said coldly, “Get out now! Our house doesn’t welcome a snake-hearted ingrate like you!” I pushed Harper hard. She glared at me viciously. “Sophie Vance, just you wait!” She pushed open the door and ran out. My parents were still angry long after she left. They couldn’t accept that the sweet-talking girl they warmly hosted last night turned out to be an ingrate! “Luckily you were smart and sent your brother away. Otherwise, with her attitude, if he were here, she would have clung to him to death!” Mom looked shaken. For the next few exam days, my parents were extra careful because of Harper, picking up and dropping off my brother every day. I sighed in relief, thinking that since Harper retreated, the nightmare of my past life wouldn’t repeat. My brother only learned about this episode from my parents after the exams. He was angry for a few days but then forgot about it because the results came out—he was the provincial top scorer! My parents were overjoyed and willing to spend big on a graduation banquet for my brother, inviting many neighbors and relatives. Who knew an uninvited guest would show up on the day of the banquet! Harper appeared in front of our family with a group of police officers, crying and identifying my brother. “Officer, it’s him! He forced himself on me that day!”

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After my death, my body was defiled, and my unborn child was sliced into pieces. The person who committed these beastly acts was none other than my husband, a forensic pathologist! To help his “white moonlight”—the woman he truly loved—escape justice, he destroyed evidence on my corpse, which had been disfigured beyond recognition! Yet, everyone thought I deserved to die because he was such a gentle, considerate, and loving husband. Even my best friend scolded me for being dramatic. In the end, my soul and his were sent to the Memory Judgment Platform. When the truth buried deep in our memories was exposed, everyone was dumbfounded. 1 “Once the confirmation button is pressed, the trial cannot be terminated. If anyone regrets and wants to withdraw, they will be executed or denied reincarnation for eternity.” “Both parties, please confirm.” I was dead. But my soul was transported to the plaintiff’s stand. I turned my head, staring at Ethan with hatred, then pressed the confirmation button without hesitation. Ethan looked grief-stricken and reluctant. “Snow, stop being so dramatic! You still have a chance to turn back. As long as you apologize properly and rest in peace, I’ll forgive you. I won’t press this confirmation button.” “Stop being stubborn. Once the trial starts, calling a halt midway means your soul will never be reincarnated!” Ethan’s heartbroken expression appeared on the big screen. At this moment, everyone was watching this trial; it was being livestreamed to the public. The comment section was going crazy. “Look, Ethan really is a peerless good man. If his wife wasn’t so dramatic, he wouldn’t be on this judgment platform. Even now, he’s giving her a chance to turn over a new leaf.” “This woman named Snow is really cheap. It was clearly her fault. Just apologize and bow her head, and it would be over. She insisted on making a scene all the way to the judgment platform.” “If I had such a gentle and considerate peerless good man as a husband, I’d wake up laughing from my dreams. She actually doesn’t know how to be satisfied.” At this moment, the comments were all accusations and discussions against me, almost one-sidedly supporting Ethan. I showed no expression. These outsiders didn’t know my pain at all; they had no right to discuss me. At the scene, Ethan’s friends and family all looked at me like I was a fool. “This person is simply crazy. Ethan is famous for doting on his wife the most. She’s still stubborn. Truly cheap and dramatic enough.” “If she continues, just wait for death. No one has been sent here for years. I really want to know her end.” My best friend was tearfully persuading me, as if I were already sentenced. “Snow, wake up, turn back! You are really confused!” Even my own mother was wiping tears, saying earnestly, “You’ve always been quite obedient growing up. I didn’t expect you to be such a troublemaker! A good family has been broken up by you! Turn back.” Facing the closest people around me, none of them were willing to believe me. I endured the bitterness and desolation in my heart. “What happened between him and me cannot be explained in a few simple sentences. A trial must be held! Since I chose to send him to the judgment platform, let the absolutely fair trial reveal the truth of everything!” What appeared before my eyes was what Ethan did to my body after my death. He should have spoken for the deceased, but for his white moonlight, he helped the real murderer cover up the truth. He actually put milky white fluid into my lower body, disguising it as an assault by someone else. He even dug out the child in my belly and sliced it. That was his own flesh and blood! Invisible tears flowed down. Even though I was in a soul state, I felt incredibly heartbroken at this moment. This trial must proceed. I want the truth to be made public. 2 “Both parties confirmed.” The grand voice echoed throughout the judgment platform scene, filling everyone with solemnity and respect. This was the Supreme Judgment Platform. Its method of judgment was to extract memories from both parties to restore the complete truth of the matter. “Plaintiff Snow sues defendant Ethan for cheating during marriage and abandoning her.” “If the judgment result proves Ethan is a good man and the above facts do not exist, Snow will be punished by being denied reincarnation for eternity.” “If the judgment result proves Ethan committed the above facts, he will be sentenced to life imprisonment.” The presiding judge announced solemnly, “Now, the trial begins!” Fragments extracted from Ethan’s memory appeared on the big screen as one of the evidences. In the picture was a high-end restaurant, one of the best in the city, requiring reservations at least three months in advance. Ethan was smiling, his eyes sparkling as he began to arrange carefully. He meticulously prepared a large bouquet of 999 bright red roses. On the dining table was a prepared candlelight dinner. Candles were lit, emitting soft light, and the exquisite steaks all showed that the price was not cheap. On the wall hung delicate small balloons and the words “Happy Birthday” for decoration, making the entire private room romantic and full of warmth. After preparing all this with care, Ethan started making a call. “Where are you? Shall I come to pick you up?” A female voice came from the phone. “Why the rush?! Rushing to die? No need for you to pick me up! I have someone to pick me up naturally.” Ethan was nervous upon hearing this. “Is it that rich second generation again? Didn’t you say you wouldn’t contact him anymore? Why did you start again?” “None of your business!” The phone was hung up. Ethan’s original joy and expectation suddenly turned into disappointment. Seeing this, the livestream comments exploded. “This woman really deserves to die! Ethan worked hard to prepare this birthday dinner, bought 999 roses, and booked a high-end restaurant, yet she still put on such a stinky face!” “Ethan is truly a good man! If I met a man who treated me like this, I would be satisfied even if I died.” “This woman is disgusting, still hooking up with a rich second generation! I hate this kind of scum woman the most!” “So infuriating, this woman should be thrown into the eighteen layers of hell! Don’t even think about reincarnation!” Even the friends and family at the scene turned their spearheads to accuse me. “Brother Ethan has done enough to this extent! Why are you still not satisfied and want to hook up with a rich second generation!” “I think there’s no need to continue the trial. Just sentence her directly. Vent anger for Brother Ethan; he really has it tough.” “Brother Ethan works as a forensic doctor, dealing with corpses usually. When work gets busy, it’s day and night. I think this is the greatest love he can offer. Why are you still dissatisfied? Truly dramatic enough.” The look in their eyes towards me was full of disgust and disdain. Ethan’s expression seemed to remain calm, but there was a vague flicker of joy in his eyes. The presiding judge banged the gavel hard. “Silence!” His expression looking at Ethan was full of sympathy. As a man, he could understand this loss. However, the trial was ruthless. Everything had to be handed over to the Supreme Judgment Platform. On the judgment platform, a few large characters slowly appeared. “Defendant Ethan, Guilty!” 3 Seeing this, everyone turned pale with shock. “What?! How could Ethan be guilty? That’s a visibly good man!” “It’s broken. The judgment platform must have malfunctioned. What now?” “Wait, what is this woman’s background? Can she influence the judgment platform’s decision? So damn shady!” Everyone was filled with righteous indignation and discussed one after another. Especially in the comments, curses were everywhere, the vocabulary used was unbearable to look at. “Silence!” The presiding judge banged the gavel heavily. He looked grim. “The judgment platform is the judgment of the highest will; it is impossible to make mistakes.” “Plaintiff, do you have anything else to add?” I turned to look at the presiding judge and responded expressionlessly, “Presiding Judge, reveal the truth.” Revealing the truth meant extracting memories from both parties, merging them, and restoring the truth of the matter. The cost was extremely high. The price would be borne by the party judged guilty, costing millions or dozens of years of life. The scene exploded. “This woman got off cheap and still isn’t satisfied; she actually wants to reveal the truth?! Seems she really is dramatic!” “So cheap! Disgusting! Shameless!” My best friend was also crying bitterly. “Snow, stop! You’ve already won a point. Although I don’t know how you won, revealing the truth might very well reverse it!” My mom was also anxious. “Snow, don’t make trouble! We can’t afford the cost of revealing the truth!” The presiding judge also confirmed repeatedly. “Is the plaintiff sure about doing this?” Ignoring all the criticism, I spoke expressionlessly, “Sure.” Soon, my memory was also extracted. By the will of the Supreme Judgment Platform, fusion began, and finally, it was presented on the big screen. Everyone held their breath. 4 On the screen, I had just bought a lot of groceries and was riding my small electric scooter home to cook. Suddenly, a red Maserati rushed out from the front. I didn’t have time to dodge or brake and was knocked to the ground. A car accident happened. But the Maserati owner had no intention of getting out. He rolled down the window and spat at me. “Are you blind? Do you know how to drive! You scratched my car!” The owner was clearly a handsome guy, but his eyes revealed a sinister look. The cold and beautiful woman in the passenger seat also looked at me with disgust. “So unlucky.” I was hit and covered in blood, lying on the ground with no strength left in my body, my face pale, cold sweat all over. I couldn’t argue with her at all, only watching helplessly as the car sped away. I called my husband, Ethan, but it took several calls to get through. “Don’t you know I’m busy?! Still calling me! Today is Yao’s birthday. If there’s a delay, can you afford it?!” Yao? Isn’t that his white moonlight? “I was in a car accident. Can you come pick me up? I feel so bad…” “Snow! You’ve really done enough! To be jealous, you specially fabricated such a lie.” “Let me tell you, there’s nothing between her and me. Your mind is dirty, that’s why you think so dirty!” “No… I—” Before I could finish, the phone was hung up. Being hit and covered in blood, I didn’t cry. But because of Ethan, I shed two lines of painful tears. The scene changed. The red Maserati that hit me just now appeared in the parking lot of a high-end restaurant. Ethan went to welcome them personally. The one who got out was the wavy-haired beauty sitting in the passenger seat—she was exactly Ethan’s white moonlight, Yao. The identity of the Maserati owner was obvious; he was the rich second generation ‘I’ was hooking up with. Ethan spent months of effort arranging this birthday dinner. But in front of the rich second generation, he was completely dismissed. Before parting, his tone was frivolous, “Remember to go home after eating, I’ll wait for you.” After speaking, he drove away without looking back. So the truth was, I was hit by a car, while Ethan was celebrating his white moonlight’s birthday, ignoring me completely! When this complete truth video was presented, everyone was dumbfounded. Even Ethan’s friends and family fell silent. Netizens left comments one after another, surprisingly unified. “Scumbag go die!!”

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My name was written into the blind box dating game played by the rich boys at my school. A week later, Julian Thorne, the top student of our grade, stepped down from his pedestal. He told me he liked me. Flattered and overwhelmed, I agreed and became his girlfriend. For an entire semester, he granted my every wish, spoiling me to the extreme. Everyone envied my good fortune for plucking this flower from the high peak. Until the eve of the college entrance exam, when he abruptly broke up with me. I knew they wanted to see me act like the girls before me—suicidal, heartbroken, dropping out of school. But I took the exam as usual. Holding the acceptance letter from the top university, I smiled at them: “Thank you for your help this past year.” “I’m off to the best university now.” …… “Students who want to apply for financial aid, come to my office after class to fill out the form.” As soon as the homeroom teacher finished speaking, Mia Sterling, the class beauty who took pleasure in tormenting me, suggested: “Teacher, why don’t we let the students who want to apply state their reasons now? That way, classmates can help them specifically in the future.” “Alright.” The teacher nodded. “Lucy Gold, you go first.” I stood up with a blank face and calmly narrated just how poor I was in front of more than 50 classmates. The bell rang. The classroom went from quiet to noisy. Mia walked up to me and threw a ten-dollar bill on the floor. “Runaway mom, crippled dad picking through trash, borrowed tuition from every relative… Student Gold, how are you still alive being this miserable?” “If I were you, I would have died long ago and tried for a better reincarnation.” “Luckily, I have a heart. Here, take this ten dollars. It’s enough for your dad to pick trash for a day.” I was used to being trampled on by those in high positions. Besides, Mia hated me extremely because I looked sixty percent like her. I bent down to pick up the money and put it in my pocket. I smiled brightly: “Thank you for your generosity, Student Sterling.” I could afford a meat dish for lunch today. Studying was truly a brain-draining task; eating a three-dollar vegetarian meal left me hungry in no time. After picking up the money, I wanted to walk around her and leave. I had to hurry to the restroom so I could come back and continue doing practice problems. But Mia pushed me back into my seat and leaned in close. In a voice only the two of us could hear, she said: “Don’t mention it. I can help you with more than just this.” “I’ve also prepared a big surprise for you!” The next day, I found out what the so-called surprise was. A young master from the school’s elite group actually ran over to strike up a conversation with a penniless student like me. After all, compared to the class beauty, my looks were still somewhat inferior. A basketball hit me, the perpetual invisible person. A sunny, handsome boy ran over apologetically. His eyes curved like a puppy’s: “Sorry, are you okay?” At first, I didn’t notice anything wrong. I just thought it was an unlucky accident. The usually arrogant young master was surprisingly enthusiastic, pulling me and not letting me leave. “Go to the infirmary, or I’ll worry.” “Or add me on social media. Contact me immediately if you feel uncomfortable anywhere; I’ll take full responsibility.” Since getting into this key high school, I had never felt kindness. Poverty and wealth seemed to be opposing camps. Because I was uniquely poor, I was a heresy that needed to be dealt with. The fire-bearer was the rich daughter, Mia Sterling. With a wave of her arm, I became an existence that could only be alone. First, I was isolated. Then came textbooks inexplicably soaked in water, excessive physical contact in PE class, and insulting graffiti in the bathroom saying “Lucy Gold is a slut.” I was long accustomed to a malicious survival environment. Sudden proactive kindness did not make me overjoyed. It only made me extremely vigilant. In that moment, a thought struck me— This might be the big surprise Mia mentioned. So I calmly rejected the boy. I had to figure out first. What tricks were they playing now. So I could counter them. 2 After school, I quietly followed Mia. Outside an activity room, I heard her conversation with those elite friends. The boy who hit on me during the day now sounded gloomy: “I failed today.” The boys laughed uproariously: “Young Master Yao losing his charm? Can’t even take down a ghetto girl?” “It’s okay, Yao. Three girls have had abortions for you before. Your record is brilliant. No one will look down on you for one failure, hahaha.” Mia wasn’t in the mood to joke: “This year’s blind box game drew that bitch Lucy Gold. One of you must date her and then ruin her when she’s most proud.” Those usually glamorous boys now looked like ugly demons, baring stinking fangs: “Don’t worry. Those girls in the past were all taken down by us without exception. This so-called Lucy Gold won’t be an exception.” “Exactly. If Yao can’t do it, someone else will. We have so many people; one of us will surely move her.” “Worst case, we still have the boss. Don’t tell me she can resist Julian.” Mia’s voice suddenly rose: “No!” “Anyone else can go, but Julian Thorne can’t.” The crowd hooted loudly: “Ooh, ooh, Miss Sterling is jealous?” “Such possessiveness.” The room was in chaos. I silently chewed on that name outside. My fingers unconsciously picked at the wall, leaving a crescent-shaped mark. Julian Thorne. So you are one of them too. How nice. In the following days, my peach blossom tree bloomed forcefully. Various young masters took turns appearing. Gentle, steady, mysterious, roguish, refined, wolf-like or puppy-like… They found various reasons to talk to me. Without exception, they all expressed the same wish— To be friends with me. But I rejected them all like a fool: “Sorry, I have to go back and study.” For a high school senior, no excuse is more lethal than this. The look on their faces when rejected was particularly wonderful. I would bring it out to savor during breaks from studying. While I was secretly amused. Mia was exasperated and hurt me even more excessively. She wielded scissors to cut my hair and poked me with needles like the evil nanny in dramas, leaving bloody holes. She stripped me naked and threw me into the pool, then smeared superglue on the handrails. To escape, I could only tear off a layer of skin and put on my clothes with bloody hands. These rich kids were very creative. There were too many subtle torture methods. Leaving you with nowhere to complain. Moreover, their families were powerful, and each family had donated a lot of money to the school. As long as it didn’t involve criminal law, the teachers would turn a blind eye. Just like the past three years, I gritted my teeth and endured it again. Finally, on Monday a week later. Symbolizing a new beginning of the week, I finally waited for the person I wanted. The high-cold male god, ranked first in the grade, Julian Thorne, descended upon the deserted self-study room. He sat next to me for a long time. Finally, he pointed to my chemistry paper and reminded me: “You chose the wrong answer for this question.” “Potassium dichromate is a strong oxidizing substance; the solution cannot be contained in a basic burette.” 3 I tested into this key high school from a rural town. Back in my town, I was always first in my grade. I thought I was smart and good at studying. I understood the teacher’s points immediately and could easily complete the after-class exercises. But in the first monthly exam after arriving here, I ranked over 400th. No one could understand my feelings at that moment. I thought learning was my talent, my capital for settling down in the future. But after jumping out of the remote small town, I realized I was just ordinary. Ranking over 400th in the grade, I couldn’t even get into a decent tier-one university. So I studied desperately. I didn’t care about being isolated or bullied. In my world, grades were the only goal. Through my unremitting efforts, I improved to the top 50 in the grade. And stopped there. Then I understood that some things cannot be achieved by subjective will alone. Too many external forces are also essential factors for success. My dad sent me here because he heard the teachers were excellent. Indeed, much better than our small county town. But teachers in the same school are also divided into grades. The best resources were tilted towards Class One. That was the so-called noble class. The students inside were all dragons among men, with prominent family backgrounds. They enjoyed the best educational resources at school and hired famous teachers for tutoring after school. Children supported by the full power of their families were certainly not easily surpassed by someone like me. They firmly occupied the top 50 positions on the leaderboard. Making it hard for me to catch up. Among them, Julian Thorne was the most outstanding. I had heard this name for two years. Mysterious family background, outstandingly beautiful looks, grades always more than 30 points higher than the second place. Even with his cold and arrogant personality, disliking communication with others. He was crowned with the beautiful name of the “Flower of the High Peak.” A campus prince with exploding popularity. Almost all girls yearned for him. I was no exception. Such a person, in the last school year, because of a malicious game. Came to my side. It was truly. Too good. That remote and old self-study room became a secret base for Julian and me. After school, we always arrived there one after another with tacit understanding. Without speaking, we each did our own papers. When I scratched my head over difficult problems, he silently approached. Picked up a pen to explain to me. Julian was indeed the undisputed first. His problem-solving ideas were always clear and concise. Many messy problems became clear and simple under his analysis. A boy explaining problems seriously is really charming. His eyelashes drooped like resting butterflies, occasionally flapping their wings. Slender fingers held the pen, writing line after line of formulas fluently. The handwriting was elegant and unconstrained, showing the owner’s confidence and freedom. I watched him entranced without knowing it. Suddenly, the pen that was just writing tapped lightly on my forehead. The fair and handsome boy pretended to be angry: “What are you thinking about? Zoning out.” As if bewitched, I raised my hand and poked his eyelid with my index finger. “There’s a mole here.” Brown, very light, hidden in the fold of his double eyelid. Hard to find without looking carefully. Julian froze for a moment, then smiled. The smile was very beautiful. I came back to my senses, hurriedly withdrew my hand, and lowered my head deeply. Exposing my embarrassed red ears to his sight. Sunlight shone through the window, casting our shadows on the table. Under the Tyndall effect, tiny dust particles were like my frantic heartbeat, with nowhere to hide. On such a warm afternoon, Julian confessed to me: “Lucy, I like you. Will you be with me?” 4 I forgot where I saw the theory. Something must be repeated at least seven times to have a place in someone’s heart. So I rejected Julian. The reason was the same as rejecting other elite group members: “I don’t want to delay my studies.” In that instant, I was very sure I saw the disgust and impatience hidden deep in Julian’s eyes. But I still rejected him. Not only that, I also changed the signatures of various social software, the title pages of books, and all places displayed to the outside world to vows like “I want to study hard.” After that, Julian didn’t come to the self-study room again. I didn’t care and continued to study step by step. Anyway, I wasn’t the one anxious to do bad things. Sure enough, during a break a few days later, Julian condescended to come to the ordinary class to find me. I walked out under the curious gazes of classmates and Mia’s jealous gaze. Julian returned to the appearance of a graceful jade-like young man. It seemed that the unhappy parting that day was an illusion. He stood in front of me with a helpless and doting smile on his face: “I am the first in the grade. How could being my girlfriend delay your studies?” “I will definitely help you improve your grades.” “Trust me, hmm?” I hesitated: “Really?” Seeing me waver, as if seeing the dawn of victory. He promised firmly: “Of course.” “I am Julian Thorne.” As expected of Julian Thorne. After half a month of his tutoring, I ranked 36th in the grade in this monthly exam. The best result in history. The day the results came out, I ran excitedly to the self-study room. Julian was indeed there. He stood in the sunlight, like a hero in golden armor. “I said it, definitely possible.” I nodded fiercely. He extended his arms, making a gesture waiting for a hug. “Can I hug my girlfriend now?” I smiled and threw myself into his arms. Closing my eyes, not looking at his unwavering eyes. Anyway, he stood in the sunlight, his whole body warmed by the sun. And I, beside him, was also shone on by the sun. Equally warm. That was enough! The education Julian received was indeed different from mine. His textbooks and exercises were exclusively customized. After being with him, he also hired a tutor to customize a study plan for me. With his support, my grades slowly climbed to the top ten. Such results were enough to make me ecstatic. No matter what, dating in this game until now, the benefits I received were real. So I decided to get more into character. Learning that Julian’s eighteenth birthday was coming soon, I prepared to celebrate it well for him. I went to find him, wanting to ask if there was any gift he wanted. But I heard Mia’s familiar voice: “Julian, I saw you kissing Lucy that day.” I stopped. Of course. Vigorous young boys and girls in love, how could they not do intimate things? Kissing? Lips were almost worn out. At first, Julian wasn’t keen on kissing, and his technique wasn’t good. But gradually, he became addicted. Recently, he enjoyed it even more, holding me on his lap whenever he found a chance, kissing wantonly. Even pulling silver threads when parting. Through the wall, Mia continued to speak: “You remember this is a game, right?” “Your goal is to ruin her life, not to have a sweet romance with her.” After a moment of silence, Julian replied: “I didn’t forget.” This moment of silence seemed to breed Mia’s anxiety. Her voice became sharp, gradually containing a crying tone: “Promise me, you can’t do that kind of thing with her.” “That kind… that kind of intimate thing between husband and wife, you can’t do it with her.” “Otherwise I won’t be able to stand it, I will really collapse.” “You know, I… I…” She should be crying; the rest of the words were unspoken. Only intermittent sobbing sounded. Another longer silence, Julian responded in a low voice: “I won’t.” “She’s not worthy!” I picked off a small piece of wall skin and pulled the corner of my mouth silently. Sometimes I couldn’t help but pity these rich people. Why so stupid. Always exposing weaknesses in front of people. Last time it was like this, this time too. Declaring what they care about like this, how can people resist not destroying everything they care about? On Julian’s birthday, many people came. His friends called me sister-in-law one after another, exceptionally enthusiastic. In the end, someone brought strong drinks, and a group of young men competed in drinking. Julian also drank a lot. He was very well-behaved when drunk. Didn’t speak either, just held my hand tightly, nestling in the corner. Occasionally leaning over to kiss my mouth. The private room was hot, and the hands pressed together were full of damp sweat, very uncomfortable. I wanted to break free but was held tighter by Julian. I hooked his head, leaned close, and whispered: “So you’re only eighteen, nine months younger than me.” “A pity, I still wanted to call you Oppa~” Julian’s breath hitched, voice low and hoarse: “Call me that again.” I pretended not to understand, feigning confusion: “Call what?” After his breathing became heavy, I chuckled lightly, blowing air in his ear: “Oppa?” He stood up abruptly, dragging me outside. Mia’s face was pale, losing her voice to stop him: “Where are you going?” “Julian, don’t forget, this is just a…” “Shut up!” Julian shouted. He looked back, glaring at Mia fiercely, deep disgust in his eyes. “Who do you think you are?” “Trying to command me?” Mia lost all color, falling back into her seat in disbelief. But Julian didn’t even look back, dragging me away without turning his head.

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Before dying, my childhood sweetheart said he would leave his entire inheritance to his first love. “Sarah, she’s different from you. You’re a maid, but she’s a dancer. She’s been elegant all her life; she needs money to live comfortably for the rest of her days.” “Besides, if you hadn’t staged that car accident back then, she and I wouldn’t have been separated.” “You used your kindness to demand repayment and ruined my entire life.” “If I could do it all over again, I’d rather be a cripple than have anything to do with you.” He was full of grievances, yet he never mentioned that I missed two college entrance exams to save him. Later, to help him recover, I gave up my dream of aerospace engineering and switched to nursing. I signed the agreement to waive the inheritance and nodded softly, “Okay.” When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the college entrance exam, right when he was racing his car to win back his first love. I pretended not to know anything. In this life, I don’t want to have anything to do with him either. 1 As soon as the morning exam ended, my dad grabbed me and quickly ran back to the car. He started the car, while my mom was responsible for explaining. “Do you know about Ethan dating early? Today is the college entrance exam, but that girl broke up with him. Ethan…” I didn’t need to hear the rest; I knew it clearly. Just like in my previous life, Ethan got into a car accident while chasing his girlfriend and lost the use of his legs. The only difference was that this time, I watched Ethan go to his doom with my own eyes, then continued to finish the afternoon exams. When we arrived at the hospital, two doctors had just wearily come out of the operating room. “The accident was too severe, and the rescue was delayed a bit. He’s alive, but there’s a high probability he won’t be able to stand up again. If recovery isn’t good after surgery, amputation might be necessary.” Upon hearing this, Ethan’s mother, Mrs. Wen, burst into tears. Mr. Wen supported her, his face also full of grief. My parents stood there, stunned. “It’s a pity Ethan studied so hard for so many years, only to have an accident at this critical juncture.” My dad signaled my mom to shut up with a look. After Ethan was wheeled out, the four parents surrounded him. Only I stared blankly at my own hands. Slender and long, without calluses, nor the swollen and deformed joints from touching cold water for a long time. I was truly reborn, and the two exams I took in the afternoon were also real. In my previous life, Ethan’s first love, Mia, broke up with him on the day of the college entrance exam. To win her back, Ethan didn’t hesitate to take Mr. Wen’s car and chase after her. Seeing this, I was worried about Ethan’s safety, so I followed him. But I witnessed that tragic car accident with my own eyes. To send him to the hospital for treatment as soon as possible, I missed the two exams in the afternoon. I, who usually scored nearly 700 points, only got over 400 points in the college entrance exam. I wanted to repeat the year, but Ethan suddenly knelt and confessed his love. He said, “The doctor said if you hadn’t risked danger to pull me out of the car, both my legs would probably have been amputated.” “You gave up two exams for me and missed the aerospace major. I am willing to be responsible for you for the rest of my life, if… if you don’t mind me.” Years of secret love suddenly had a sequel at this moment. For a while, I didn’t even know how to react. “Then, what about Mia?” Ethan’s eyes were full of hatred, “If it weren’t for her, how would I have become like this!” “I hate her too much!” After hesitating for a day, plus the change in college entrance exam policies, and Ethan claiming he couldn’t leave me, I agreed. Missing my favorite major, I enrolled in nursing to help Ethan stand up again. For the next few decades, I had been helping Ethan with rehabilitation training. He said he didn’t like outsiders coming into the house, so laundry, cooking, massage, and rehabilitation were all done by me alone. I took care of him meticulously until he stood up again. He was unwilling to be mediocre and wanted to start a business, and I was the one running errands for him. But on the day his business succeeded and he held a celebration banquet. I heard him ask his assistant, “Did you invite the dancer named Mia to be my companion today? Did you invite her?” The assistant nodded but hesitated, “Mr. Wen, what about the madam?” Ethan looked at himself standing straight in the mirror and sneered. “Madam? She’s just a maid.” I stood behind the door, clutching my dress in humiliation. Perhaps God opened his eyes, and Ethan ended up in the ICU again due to complications. But before he died, he left all his inheritance to Mia. He even transferred the only few hundred thousand dollars in my name to Mia. “Sarah, she’s different from you. You’re a maid, but she’s a dancer. She’s been elegant all her life; she needs money to live comfortably for the rest of her days.” “Besides, if you hadn’t staged that car accident back then, she and I wouldn’t have been separated.” “You used your kindness to demand repayment and ruined my entire life.” “If I could do it all over again, I’d rather be a cripple than have anything to do with you.” After working hard for half my life, I became a penniless pauper who only knew how to do rough work. In my previous life, I had already paid the price for being love-struck. 2 This time, I watched Mr. Wen and Mrs. Wen cry without saying a word. “Old Wen and I only have Ethan as our son in this life. We poured all our heart and blood into him. Ethan was clearly a good child with excellent character and academics, but how did he date early?” “I’ve asked around. That girl is an art student with terrible grades. The college entrance exam isn’t important to her at all! But she can’t ruin Ethan at this time, boohoo…” My mom sighed beside them, “That girl too. Ethan had such a big accident for her, and she doesn’t even come to see him.” Mrs. Wen stood up abruptly with hatred in her eyes. “We are not unreasonable people, but that girl ruined my son; she has to come and apologize no matter what!” Mrs. Wen got up to find Mia, but before she took two steps, Ethan’s shouting came from the ward. “Mia, Mia!” I followed at the very end and walked in. Ethan’s head was wrapped in gauze, both legs were fixed, and he was struggling to get up but couldn’t. Because I didn’t follow him, it was said that Ethan was in a coma in the car for over an hour before he was found by a teacher who called 911. Treatment was delayed, and the injuries were more severe. The doctor said the probability of amputation was very high. Mrs. Wen ran over, holding back tears. “Don’t move, son. The doctor said you can’t move around; the wounds haven’t healed yet.” Ethan looked at his legs, stunned for a moment, and pretended to be relaxed: “It’s okay, isn’t it just a fracture? It’s not a big deal.” “Look, I can still move.” Ethan tried to move his legs, but there was no reaction. His expression gradually froze. With each attempt, he also showed anxiety. “Why can’t my legs move? The anesthesia must not have worn off yet, right?” Mr. Wen and Mrs. Wen had tears in their eyes but didn’t know how to speak. “Speak! Say something!!” Ethan pressed the nurse call button himself. After the nurse came in, he started questioning. “What’s wrong with my legs?” “Say it! What happened to my legs!!” The nurse was startled. Just as she wanted to speak, Ethan suddenly hammered his legs heavily. “Why can’t they move at all!” Ethan was emotional, and two or three people couldn’t hold him down. But seeing him like this, a trace of pleasure inexplicably rose in my heart. I walked up to Ethan and said word by word: “Keep hammering your legs. Right now your legs are just paralyzed, but if you keep hammering, maybe they’ll need to be amputated.” Ethan froze as if hit by the word “paralyzed”. “Pa-paralyzed?” Mrs. Wen finally couldn’t help but burst into tears. Mr. Wen also said, “Dad knows the ins and outs of this matter. You’ve become like this, that Mia…” Before he finished speaking, Ethan suddenly said: “It has nothing to do with Mia.” “It was me being anxious and driving privately.” I lowered my eyes and smiled. Is favoritism defending you in front of everyone even if you caused my paralysis? This car accident had nothing to do with me no matter how you look at it, but in my previous life, Ethan could recklessly pin the accident on me. Love and lack thereof are indeed obvious. In my previous life, he said he would rather be a cripple than have anything to do with me again. In this life, he continues to be disabled, while I took the college entrance exam and prepared to fulfill my dream. Everyone gets what they wish for. 3 This time I didn’t offer to stay with Ethan. I stayed for a while and went home. But the next day, Mrs. Wen fell ill from anxiety. After all, Ethan’s driving without a license as a minor was exposed by the media, and the internet was full of insults against Ethan. Mr. Wen couldn’t handle it alone, so helplessly, my mom arranged for me, who had just finished the college entrance exam, to go over. Seeing that it was me, the excitement Ethan had just raised faded. I ignored him and just sat quietly playing with my phone, thinking as long as he was alive, it was fine. But when the nurse came to change the dressing, Ethan was very uncooperative. “Bed 18, time to change dressing.” Ethan turned his head with red eyes, “No need.” The nurse was helpless but not surprised at all, looking like she was used to it. “If you don’t change the dressing, your leg condition will only get worse.” The nurse tried to untie the gauze on Ethan’s leg on her own. “I said no need!” Ethan knocked over the iodine in the nurse’s tray, and the tray crashed to the ground with a clang. I frowned and stood up. In my previous life, Ethan couldn’t accept his legs becoming like this either, but he wasn’t as bastardly as now. After carefully recalling, I discovered the difference. In my previous life, after Ethan’s accident, I went to find Mia and persuaded her with good and bad words, and Mia came to visit him the next day. But this time, news of Ethan’s car accident spread throughout the school, but Mia didn’t make a move. Ethan was venting his anger. The nurse lady was extremely wronged but had to finish her work. But before she could touch him, Ethan actually reached out and pushed the nurse’s shoulder. “I told you no need, do you not understand human language! Are people in your line of work all so cheap? Can’t you understand the patient’s…” Unable to bear it anymore, I raised my hand and slapped Ethan across the face. “If you don’t want treatment, just check out. What are you going crazy for here?” The nurse wiped her tears, took a deep breath, and went out to get medicine again. “Bed 18…” I took the medicine and threw it on Ethan. “If you want to die, hurry up. If you don’t want to die, change it yourself.” The nurse gave me a grateful look and went out as if relieved of a heavy burden. I silently felt sorry for this young lady in the private hospital for encountering such a beast as Ethan. Ethan glared at me angrily, panting like a mad lion. “Sarah Qiao, what right do you have to hit me!!” Looking at the swelling on his face, I finally felt a little relieved. “Before you court death, look at your parents. Your mom fell ill, your dad’s hair turned white overnight. What reason do you have to act up here?” “Just because Mia didn’t come to see you? Then why don’t you go act up at her?” Ethan fell silent after his thoughts were exposed. After a long time, he spoke with a nasal voice, “Did Mia go to the training camp again and doesn’t know about this, so she didn’t come?” I ruthlessly burst his bubble. “The college entrance exam is over. She even went to a class reunion yesterday.” Ethan pursed his lips tightly and turned his head away, obviously unwilling to admit it. When I came back from the bathroom, he had secretly changed the dressing himself. In my previous life, I always felt sorry for Ethan being a patient and took care of everything personally. Later, I turned him into a giant baby who wouldn’t even take his daily medicine unless I sorted it out. Now with no one to take care of him, didn’t he change the dressing himself? After returning home, I looked at Mia’s social media. She had been living a colorful life these past few days. After thinking about it, I clicked open the chat box with Mia. I wanted to see how Mia would treat Ethan in this life without my earnest persuasion. 4 The next day, Mia and I arrived at the hospital one after another. When I came, Ethan looked dead inside; when Mia came, Ethan looked like a living person. His eyes were shining, “Mia, you finally came.” “How did you know I was hospitalized? It’s hard for you in such hot weather. Sarah Qiao, go buy Mia a cup of bubble tea.” Even though I had no feelings for Ethan in this life, I was still laughed at out of anger. In my previous life, I gave up repeating a year and chose nursing, allowing him to stand up again from paralysis. Not only did he not think I worked hard, but he also treated me as a maid, saying that the car accident was deliberately designed by me to be with him. Sure enough, the one truly loved doesn’t need to do anything; just standing there is winning. I stood still, and Mia also crossed her arms and said coldly no need. She kept her distance from Ethan. “I didn’t come here to drink bubble tea.” “Ethan, what exactly do you mean? Your driving skills are poor and you had an accident, now you want to involve me and make me responsible for you?” “Are you crazy? Your car accident happened after I broke up with you. I have nothing to do with you anymore, understand?” It was the first time I saw that expression on Ethan’s face. Astonishment, embarrassment, and forcing a smile. Looking very miserable. He stammered a bit, “Mia, no… I didn’t want you to take responsibility, I…” Mia scolded him back coldly. “Do you think I don’t know you deliberately had people spread the news of your car accident at school? Aren’t you just trying to morally kidnap me!” “The more you act like this, the more disgusting I find you! You insisted on pestering me yourself; do you still want to delay my whole life?” “Don’t contact me again in the future. I’m telling you for the last time, I’ve broken up with you!” Mia walked away, and Ethan actually shed two tears. In my previous life, he didn’t cry before dying, didn’t cry when learning of paralysis this time, but was moved to tears by a few words from Mia. I raised the corner of my lips vengefully. “It’s almost time to fill out college applications. I’m going back to choose a school.” “Uncle Wen has to take care of Auntie Xu. You should hire a caregiver here for now.” I said a bunch, but Ethan didn’t listen to any of it. But it didn’t matter. I just needed to complete the orders from my parents. I just heard that Ethan had a high fever that night and was urgently treated again.

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While sorting through my late brother’s belongings, I found his diary. On the very last page, he wrote: 【In the next life, I don’t want to be Autumn Vance’s brother.】 I froze. Brother really hated me until death. If I hadn’t insisted on marrying Cole Sterling, inviting a wolf into the house… The Vance family wouldn’t have gone bankrupt, and Brother wouldn’t have gone to prison. Suddenly, a floating comment appeared on the diary. 【You don’t think “not wanting to be your brother” means he hates you, do you?】 【Flip a few pages back and see.】 I turned back to the entries from his college years. It read: 【Loving your own sister makes you a beast.】 Tears instantly welled up in my eyes. The comments appeared again. 【We’ve reached 1000 likes! We can help you be reborn back to your college days!】 【Go back quickly! Your brother is about to crash his car!】 I bumped right into Cole Sterling, who had just come home. A comment floated by: 【Remember to teach this scumbag a lesson when you go back!】 1 Cole, reeking of alcohol, sneered and grabbed me. “I heard Julian Vance died. I came back specifically to see your miserable state.” He squinted at me. But he couldn’t find the expression he wanted on my face. He frowned, “Where are you going? What are you hiding in your arms?” I wiped my tears and said coldly: “To find my brother.” Cole was startled and loosened his grip slightly. I took the opportunity to push him away. Following the prompts from the floating comments, I arrived at a racetrack. I wasn’t unfamiliar with this place. It was where my brother used to race and eventually crashed during college. I waited under the scorching sun for a long time. The sun made my vision go black, and I fainted on the ground. When I opened my eyes again, a familiar figure walked by. Tears flowed uncontrollably. I stumbled forward and spoke to the person’s back. “Brother… is it really you? Turn around and look at me.” I really was reborn back to my college days. Julian Vance stood with his back to me, his voice faint. “What? Here to settle scores for Cole Sterling again?” I froze. During the four years of college, Julian and I had argued countless times because of Cole. I even smashed Julian’s computer for Cole. Destroying the model he made for the national competition. It was only right that he didn’t believe me. “No… I came for you. “Brother, I’m sorry… I hurt you. “I won’t like Cole anymore. I’ll listen to you and stop pestering him.” Julian’s back stiffened. “Autumn Vance, what kind of act is this?” His words sounded sarcastic. But listening closely. I could hear a trace of imperceptible trembling. The comments reminded me: 【Act coquettish. Your brother is secretly overjoyed that you’ve found your way back.】 “Brother, Autumn came to ask you for dinner.” He finally turned around. But he was stunned. “What’s wrong with you? Dressed like that, you don’t look like a college student.” I tugged at Julian’s sleeve. “Brother, I want to eat at that food stall near our high school. “After eating, will you accompany me to buy some clothes, okay?” Julian’s lips pressed into a thin line, and he coldly pulled his hand away. “Want to drug my food again and send me to the hospital?” 2 I froze. So besides smashing his computer. I had done even worse things to him. “Brother, I wasn’t…” “Wasn’t what! You still want to send Julian to the hospital!” Before I could finish, I was interrupted. Mia Lane walked over and slapped my hand away. “My business with my brother is none of your business.” “I’m Julian’s girlfriend, how is it none of my business? As for you, you’re just the adopted daughter of the Vance family, always opposing Julian. “Julian might not hold it against you, but I won’t spoil you.” Comments flashed by. 【What is the vicious female supporting character being arrogant about? The male lead only tolerates her because she took care of him when he was hospitalized. Calling herself his girlfriend?】 【The heroine misunderstood this before. She thought her brother and Cole both liked Mia, and that her brother hated her.】 Julian’s eyes were dark. His gaze fell on the back of my hand, red from the slap. In the end, he didn’t say a word. In the silence. The roar of an engine approached. A man with dyed white hair walked over. Arms around two women, one on each side. “Yo, Young Master Vance brought two today too? “I say you should have done this long ago. Hang out with us more. “The heir to the dignified Vance family, messing with competition modeling every day, pretending to be a model student. “Chasing after an adopted sister who doesn’t even look at you, what’s the point…” Julian shouted sternly: “Shut up! Don’t talk nonsense to my sister!” White Hair looked at me. “So this is the sister. “Young Master Vance has skills. Took her down so fast. “What’s that saying, men aren’t bad, women don’t love.” “I said shut up!” Julian’s fingers curled slightly at his side, knuckles turning white. White Hair spread his hands, smiling indifferently: “Okay, okay, not talking. Are we racing or not?” Julian’s expression softened, “Of course, same rules.” I suddenly realized. This wasn’t Julian’s first time racing. After I ruined his competition projects multiple times. He had changed from that gentle and jade-like top student. Into a school tyrant who skipped class all day. “No racing.” I pulled Julian’s hand down. “Brother, I’m still hungry. That food stall is moving soon. Let’s go one more time.” Julian smiled mournfully. “A week ago, you used every trick to get me to eat with you, and then I ended up in the hospital getting my stomach pumped, missing the debate finals. “Autumn Vance, I won’t believe you anymore.” 3 Julian left me behind. Taking Mia towards a dazzling red supercar. Halfway there. His steps suddenly paused, he stopped and looked back: “This isn’t a place for you, go back to school.” I called out to him. “Julian Vance, what if I don’t go!” This time, he didn’t look back. Just waved his hand with his back to me, “Suit yourself.” Comments flashed. 【The person he likes keeps hurting him, who wouldn’t be depressed? So he developed the habit of racing.】 【But after crippling someone in this race, he spent half a month in detention and was completely abandoned by the Vance parents.】 【Then the heroine brought Cole to seize power, it makes me so mad.】 Watching Julian start the car. I rushed onto the track. Standing in front of Julian’s car. A sharp braking sound. The red supercar emergency stopped 0.01 cm from my knees. The heat burned my knees. Julian opened the car door. Eyes red, looking like they were about to bleed. Walking towards me furiously. “What are you doing? What if I couldn’t stop!” My legs went weak, and I fell forward. Julian instinctively supported me. “Brother… if my death can make you forgive me, then I wish I was the one who died…” I don’t want to see the Vance family go bankrupt and you commit suicide in prison a few years later. Julian was confused, “Autumn, what exactly are you playing at?” I pushed him away and walked towards the car. Opened the passenger door. “Mia Lane, get out.” Mia’s face was ashen. But Julian said nothing. She could only silently agree. After she got out. I sat in the passenger seat. Mia’s face changed drastically, “What do you mean!” Julian also frowned at me. “If you want to race, I’m coming with you.” Julian’s jawline tightened. In the stalemate. Cole Sterling somehow found his way here. “Mia! I finally found you. I heard you went racing with Julian, listen to me, don’t go.” Cole grabbed Mia outside the car door. Only then did he discover me and Julian inside the car. I raised my eyebrows, meeting Cole’s gaze. He was my college boyfriend, former husband. But I wasn’t unfamiliar with his obsession with another woman. He stammered: “Autumn, why… why are you here too?” I laughed: “Julian is my brother, is it strange for me to be in his car?” 4 Four people, eight eyes meeting. The air solidified. In the past four years of college, I chased after Cole. But his heart always held Mia. Mia looked down on Cole’s ordinary background. She chased after my brother, wanting to climb the high branch of the Vance family. I loved him, he loved her, she loved him. Such a dead loop. Ended with my marriage to Cole. Just when I thought my devotion had borne fruit. Cole sold the Vance family’s trade secrets. The Vance family faced bankruptcy. Only then did I know. Cole married me just to revenge on Julian, revenge on the Vance family. He took everything from the Vance family for himself. Turned around and gave it all to Mia. Confessed to her in high profile. Julian went to settle scores with him, was sued for injury, and sentenced to twenty years. After that, I received news of my brother’s suicide in prison. … Thoughts returned. This time I must keep myself and Julian far away from Cole and Mia. I said to Cole: “Aren’t you here for Mia? She’s here, take her away.” Cole’s voice trembled a little. He grabbed my hand. “Autumn, I’ll explain to you later… you get out too, listen to me, okay?” Julian clicked his tongue impatiently. I quickly pulled my hand away. Pushed Cole hard. Closed the car door. Julian looked at me. Emotions I couldn’t understand surged in his eyes. Finally, he smiled self-deprecatingly. Leaned over and fastened my seatbelt.

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My desk mate, Caleb, was hailed as a “Boy Genius.” The reason was simple: in every single exam he took, he secured first place. And every single time, his score was exactly three points higher than the second-place student. No more, no less. Just three points. Yes, I was that tragic, eternal second place. But I knew the truth. Caleb was actually an idiot. He had bound himself to a “Universal Exam System.” The system’s only law was that his score would always be my score plus three. He thought he could suppress me forever. What he didn’t realize was that his grades were actually in the palm of my hand. I studied desperately not because I wanted to surpass him. I did it because I wanted to watch him fall from the highest peak straight into the abyss. 1 “Alright class, the results for the Statewide Mock Exams are in. The first and second place winners are both in our class. Can you guess who they are?” Mr. Harrison, our homeroom teacher, stood at the podium, beaming with uncontrollable joy. I didn’t need to guess. I knew the first place would be my desk mate, Caleb Vance. Sure enough, Mr. Harrison announced the result: “Let’s congratulate Caleb Vance for once again achieving first place in the state!” Thunderous applause erupted. Caleb sat in the center of the adoration, smiling like a flower in bloom. “Second place is his desk mate, Liam Scott. Let’s give him a round of applause too.” The classmates clapped reluctantly. Amidst the sparse applause, I even heard a few boos. “Liam buries his head in books all day, yet he’s always three points behind Caleb. A nerd is just a nerd; he’ll never beat a genius.” Caleb was the “Boy Genius.” I was the eternal loser. At first, I really thought Caleb was gifted. In school, he was a stark contrast to a grinder like me. I rarely saw him study; he was always chasing celebrities, styling his hair, or playing on his phone. I used to worship him. I even applied to sit next to him. To beat him, I studied even harder. I sacrificed countless weekends and nights, reviewing notes over and over, doing simulation papers, even solving math problems in my dreams. I naively thought that as long as I worked hard enough, I would reclaim first place one day. Until one school exam, I messed up. Strangely, Caleb also “underperformed,” but he still scored exactly three points higher than me. I became suspicious. How could it be such a coincidence? Every single time? From then on, I silently observed Caleb’s every move. By chance, I caught him muttering to himself, communicating with something called a “System.” That’s when it hit me. Caleb had bound a “Universal Exam System.” The rule was simple: whatever I scored, he scored three points higher. “Liam, you’ll never get first place back. Just be content with being number two,” sneered Bella from the row behind me. She was Caleb’s loyal lapdog. Back when I was first, she used to follow me around. When Caleb transferred here and became famous overnight, she immediately switched sides. I sneered internally: Caleb’s grades are dictated by me. The higher I lift him now, the harder he’ll fall later. Just wait and see. 2 After class, Mr. Harrison called Caleb to the office with eyes shining like he’d seen gold. “Caleb, congratulations! You’ve been selected for the Ivy League Early Admission Program.” This was a prestigious fast-track program. Our school hadn’t had a student qualify in five years. Caleb’s eyes lit up instantly. He couldn’t close his mouth from smiling. “Thank you, Mr. Harrison. It’s all thanks to your guidance.” Then, he changed the subject and asked about me. “By the way, what about Liam? Was he selected too? After all, our grades are neck and neck.” “Yeah, that nerd was selected too,” Mr. Harrison said with a look of disdain, curling his lip. “But when he heard you were also selected, he figured he’d never beat you there either, so he refused. He said he wants to prove himself through the SATs and regular admissions. Talk about a dreamer. When has he ever beaten you?” Mr. Harrison kept rambling, clearly resentful of my choice. Hearing that I wasn’t going, Caleb didn’t even hesitate. “Mr. Harrison, I don’t want to go to the Early Admission Program either.” Mr. Harrison’s pupils constricted. He nearly choked on his breath. “Caleb, you are my most valued student. Are you sure? Maybe discuss it with your parents?” Caleb spoke decisively. “Teacher, I’ve made up my mind. I want to be like Liam and prove myself through the final exams.” Producing a top-tier university student was a huge honor for a teacher. It would guarantee Mr. Harrison a promotion and a bonus. Seeing the cooked duck fly away, Mr. Harrison’s face turned iron-green. It wasn’t that Caleb didn’t want to go. He just knew that without me, he was nothing. 3 When Caleb returned to the classroom, the news from the office had already spread. The classmates turned on me instantly. “Liam, what is your problem? You dragged our Caleb down! Because of you, Caleb gave up the Early Admission Program!” “I didn’t expect you to be so selfish. Giving up a guaranteed spot just to prove yourself? You’ve studied yourself stupid.” “Exactly. No matter how hard you try, you’re still the eternal second place.” “Just drop out. You’re an embarrassment.” Caleb lowered his eyes, the corner of his mouth ticking up in an imperceptible smirk. He wanted to use peer pressure to force me into submission, to force me to join the program so he wouldn’t miss the opportunity. But how could I let him have his way? I pushed up my glasses, hiding the gloom in my eyes. “Since everyone hates me so much, I’ll just drop out. Then I won’t have to take exams anymore, and I won’t fight Caleb for first place.” Hearing this, Caleb panicked. He grabbed my hand. “Liam, they’re just joking. Don’t give up on yourself. I believe if you try hard, you can surpass me.” Caleb knew that if I was absent from an exam, his true form would be revealed immediately. His carefully maintained façade would crumble. I didn’t stop packing my bag. “Caleb, don’t comfort me. I’m just a grinder. How can I beat a genius like you?” Caleb thought I was serious. He slammed the table and stood up. “Liam, I beg you, don’t drop out.” The classmates looked at him strangely, surprised by his reaction. Realizing he lost his composure, he quickly covered up. “I mean, Liam, give yourself another chance. If you drop out because of me, how can I ever be at peace?” Unmoved, I shouldered my backpack and pushed through the crowd. “Liam Scott, stop right there!” Caleb rushed out and shouted, “If you drop out, I’ll drop out too!” I gave a contemptuous smile, too lazy to reply, and waved my hand as I walked out the school gate. I knew that if I entered that program with him, I would never shake him off. Through college, maybe even grad school, he would haunt me, always staying one step ahead. I would live in his shadow forever. Even if I accused him of using a system to cheat, no one would believe me. They’d just think I was crazy with jealousy. I needed a foolproof plan to kick Caleb out of the game permanently. 4 Back home, I sat in my chair, sighed deeply, and opened my computer to play online Chess. Since I was a child, I had a passion for Chess. It trained my logical thinking and sparked my creativity. It helped my studies tremendously, keeping me at the top. But the tall tree catches the wind. Excellence attracts predators. I just never thought I’d become a stepping stone for someone like Caleb. He copied my results without effort, making my hard work a joke. Tears slid down my face silently. Every drop carried my unwillingness. A sense of powerlessness took over my body. “Who made my precious son unhappy?” I didn’t notice when my dad had walked up behind me. I took a deep breath. “Dad, I…” I choked on my words. Dad patted my back. “It’s okay, son. I know.” Caleb and I lived in the same neighborhood, and our fathers worked at rival firms. My dad held a higher position than his. Because of this, every time something happened at school, Caleb’s dad would brag loudly at work, insinuating his son was better than me. Yet, Dad never blamed me. Dad pulled out a chessboard. “Son, we haven’t played in a while. Let’s have a game.” My chess skills were strong; Dad was no match for me. I built my strategy step by step. Victory was in sight. But a moment of carelessness led me to place a pawn in the wrong spot. That one mistake rippled out, turning the tide. I lost the game. Dad spoke calmly, “Son, look. You never know who will have the last laugh until the very end.” This game was a metaphor. I made up my mind. “Dad, do you trust me?” Dad laughed. “Silly boy, if I don’t trust you, who do I trust?” “Even if what I’m about to say goes against everything we know about reality?” He became serious. “Son, I trust you forever.” I told him everything about Caleb’s system and my plan. He didn’t question it. He just asked worriedly, “Are you sure?” “Yes. I believe I can succeed.” It was a risky move, but the only way to break the deadlock. Caleb, get ready. I can’t fight the system, but I can certainly fight you.

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My class teacher, the notorious “Female Demon,” confiscated a love letter a classmate gave me, but she didn’t make a fuss about it. I thought I had escaped a calamity. Unexpectedly, at the parent-teacher meeting, she took it out and made me read it aloud in front of everyone. I stared at the gazes of all the parents and classmates, whispering a plea: “Can we talk about this in private?” The class teacher looked at me with contempt: “You’re not afraid of losing face when you do such shameless things?” “I insist on seeing who this shameless boy is today!” I was dumbfounded. That person is your son! 1 At the parent-teacher meeting, I went on stage as the outstanding student representative to give a speech. Just as I finished my thanks and was about to step down, the class teacher grabbed me. With a stern face, she took out the love letter someone gave me that she had confiscated last week. “In my fifteen years of teaching, this is the first time I’ve encountered puppy love!” “Today I must strictly rectify this matter!” I was stunned. I knew the class teacher’s personality of making mountains out of molehills. At first, I rejoiced, thinking she had let me off, but I didn’t expect she was saving it specifically for the parent-teacher meeting. She deliberately wanted to embarrass me and that classmate in front of all the parents! Sure enough, the parents below immediately started whispering, and my parents stared with wide eyes in shock. I hesitated. Should I directly say it was her son, Liam Parker, who wrote it to me? But the class teacher cherished her reputation the most. I thought about it and decided it was more important to protect his reputation, so I said awkwardly: “Can we talk about this in private?” Hearing this, the sneer on the class teacher’s face became even more obvious. “Now you know shame? Now you know it’s embarrassing? What were you doing before?” “Student Chloe Stone, I know you were passive, but you took the love letter and hid it, wanting to shield him. That’s your problem.” “Today I must drag out this shameless boy who wrote the love letter!” My dad stood up, his face a bit unnatural: “Teacher Lee, the children are grown up and know what self-esteem is. With so many people watching, how about we parents discuss it privately…” “Discuss it? Am I asking you two families to arrange a blind date?” “If you parents don’t take it seriously, fine, go home and reflect for a few days.” Hearing about going home to reflect, my dad instantly fell silent. The class teacher paused, and a thick hand pressed on my shoulder: “Read it, read it aloud.” Before being forced to read the love letter, I glanced at Liam. His face alternated between green and white, as if going through some difficult decision. I bit the bullet and read the love letter: “Dear Chloe Stone… Since seeing you in freshman year, your face has been circling in my mind. In class, sleeping, resting, running, even during exams, I’m thinking of you.” “Stop, stop, stop, let me say a few words!” The class teacher frowned deeply, knocking on the podium with a board, signaling everyone to look at her. “See, students! This is the harm of puppy love! It directly affects studies and exams!” “Everyone knows my child Liam, right? First in the grade from freshman to senior year!” “It’s because he puts all his mind on studying!” After speaking, the class teacher frowned at me again: “Especially you, Chloe Stone, you should look up to him the most.” “Alright, continue reading.” I held back the吐槽 in my heart. Look up to your son, huh? Isn’t he the one who wrote me the love letter? 2 I continued reading: “Chloe, I can’t get enough of looking at you. This is my happiest year, the year closest to you. Before, I always liked listening to the teacher carefully, but since we came to the same class, I’ve been looking at you…” The class teacher raised her hand to signal me to pause; obviously, she was starting her drama again. “Students, what should you look at in class? The blackboard and the teacher! Not other students’ faces!” “Why can Liam always keep up with the teacher’s pace and answer questions in time?” “Because he is focused and undistracted in learning and thinking during class!” “How can such a student not have good grades? How can teachers not like him?” After speaking, the class teacher aimed the gun at me again. She said with disgust: “Unlike some students in our class who affect others in class, black sheep!” My hand gripping the love letter was already trembling a little. If the class teacher knew that the person she kept telling me to learn from happened to be the one who had a crush on me and looked at me in class, what would she think? I was standing up there, and my parents down below were also embarrassed. I quickly finished reading the last few sentences of the love letter, just wanting to end it quickly and get off the stage. “Chloe, can you consider being with me? I am sincere… and will be responsible for you.” After reading this sentence, the audience was in an uproar. My parents opened their mouths in disbelief, and the class teacher’s face turned completely black. The students’ faces were more colorful than the next. “Serious and responsible?” “Do you guys think the class beauty Chloe has already done that with someone…” “Shh, keep your voice down, my dad is behind me.” Questioning gazes scrutinized me constantly. Some parents even started to be frivolous: “Really unexpected, she looked quite decent…” Smack! Liam suddenly slammed the table, his voice stern. 3 “Please keep quiet and watch your words!” Parents and students looked over at the sound, muttering: “What’s he pretending to be high and mighty for? I don’t believe he’s not gossipy at all!” “Son, this is that Liam Parker in your class, right…” “Hey, don’t you know? Apart from studying, I’m afraid nothing can shake him!” Although there was less discussion, everyone looked a bit unhappy. The class teacher paused and smiled: “Please don’t blame him, everyone.” “My Liam is just too rigid, never thinking about anything other than studying.” The class teacher was still chattering, and I just wanted to get off the stage. The class teacher’s requirement was that I could get off after finishing reading. Now I had finished reading. But she was quick, grabbing my collar, aggressive. “Why are you in such a hurry to get down?” “You haven’t said who it is yet?” I asked in disbelief: “Didn’t you say I didn’t have to say it after reading the love letter?” The class teacher didn’t expect me to retort and said angrily: “You don’t have to say it, fine. Stand on the stage then. You can go down when that person stands up!” I got anxious: “But you clearly promised me just now.” She sneered: “Saying it like that makes it my fault.” “Fine then! You go down. Bear the consequences yourself!” Now I was really uncomfortable. I originally didn’t say it just to protect the relationship between the two of them. The class teacher kept pressing, just to force out who it was from my mouth. As if I were the object she wanted to interrogate and isolate. But I just wanted to help her hide the truth about her son’s puppy love. Liam had the most honors in the whole school. Getting a disciplinary action for this would definitely affect the upcoming internal recruitment. The class teacher valued her reputation like her life. If she made such a big fool of herself today, I couldn’t imagine how big a blow it would be to her! Thinking about it, my eyes became misty. A parent couldn’t help but try to persuade: “Why not let it go? The kids are almost adults and have their pride.” The class teacher intensified her efforts, scolding: “What pride! Do they even know pride? One is impure, the other dares to do it but not admit it!” “After doing it, you won’t even let me talk about it?” “Am I not thinking for the class? Pains-takingly trying to have a good learning atmosphere?” “Saying it like that makes it my fault instead!” That parent’s face changed and retreated into the crowd. Liam finally raised his head and gritted his teeth: “Teacher! Actually…” 4 “What are you guys doing?” The dean and the school committee superiors walked over with serious faces, interrupting Liam. Knowing the class teacher was holding a parent-teacher meeting today, they intended to show their faces, especially after hearing such a big commotion. With the dean backing her, the class teacher became even more unscrupulous. “In my opinion, parents should reflect on themselves the most!” “Especially the boy’s parents. If their child does something like that, is there any family education at all? Have the parents put any thought into their child!” After speaking, the class teacher frowned as if helpless: “Don’t look at Liam being so disciplined and motivated. That’s all because of me! I wish I could watch and manage him 24 hours a day! That’s how I cultivated so many excellent habits in him!” “I don’t know how some parents raise their children usually to develop such problems!” Various questioning gazes scanned around and finally landed on my parents’ faces. I endured it when she picked on me, but I didn’t want my parents to suffer discrimination along with me. Besides, didn’t Liam send me the love letter under your “strict watch” 24 hours a day?! I retorted: “What’s wrong with my parents? At least I’m an outstanding student representative.” “Also, I don’t even know what ‘that kind of thing’ you’re talking about is!” The class teacher sneered as if hearing a joke: “I’ve been teaching for so many years and understand student psychology too well. You won’t shed tears until you see the coffin. If you insist on pretending, then let me ask you, did you or did you not have… with that boy…” “Teacher!” In the crowd of parents, my mom stood out anxiously. If the class teacher really said those words, her daughter’s reputation would be ruined for life. “I know my Chloe’s character. She wouldn’t do such things.” The class teacher smiled without warmth: “Chloe’s mother, I understand how you feel as parents. I don’t want this to happen either.” “But you were completely unaware that your daughter received a love letter and was about to engage in puppy love.” My mom was anxious: “Yes! Teacher, we parents didn’t watch carefully regarding receiving the love letter!” “But one thing is one thing. Those are all guesses.” “But if you say that with so many people here, my daughter’s reputation will be ruined. Her life will be over…” The class teacher retorted sarcastically: “How did I say it? Which sentence of mine is wrong?” “Did she receive a love letter? Was it written in the love letter?” “I believe Chloe too, but which boy at this age isn’t like dry wood and raging fire?” My mom was choked, “B-but…” The class teacher waved her hand: “Fine! I understand, girls are all shy.” “Then let your daughter call out that shameless boy! Isn’t she hiding and avoiding by not mentioning a word about that boy!” Instantly, the eyes of all classmates and parents turned back to me, and my mom looked at me anxiously. As long as I said it, all problems would be gone. I fell silent. Discussions rose again offstage: “Holy crap, is it true?” “Must be, she doesn’t even dare to say the boy’s name.” My mom wanted to explain for me, but only opened her mouth, not knowing what to refute. The class teacher sneered: “Don’t blame yourself too much. In the end, you just made a mistake in this matter.” “The one who should reflect most is that shameless boy.” “Claiming to like her, yet letting her bear the pressure alone on stage! Is this what boys call sincerity? Simply ridiculous!” “Not even daring to stand up and admit it, what responsibility do you have?” Smack! Liam stood up, his gaze burning.

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