Fireworks and Human Calamity
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The flames licked the hem of my skirt, and the smoke choked me so much that I could hardly breathe. I lay on the floor of my bedroom and heard sounds from outside through the crack in the door. "How did things go?" It was Wen Muhua's voice, my former fiancé. "The fire is burning so fiercely that no one can come out alive." Came the brisk voice of Ji Muxue, the cousin I regarded as my younger sister. "When she dies, the Pei family's property will be yours." My heart stopped beating, not because of the smoke, but because of the truth. It turns out that since childhood, every "coincidence" around me was intentional. Every time Ji Muxue's "sickness" asked me to attend various occasions on her behalf, every time Wen Muhua's "unintentional" suggestions were all carefully designed traps. The fire engulfed me and my innocence. When I opened my eyes again, there was a bronze mirror on the dressing table in front of me. In the mirror, I was young and beautiful, wearing a light cyan silk gown. Today is the day before the Silk Expo and three months before my death. There was a familiar knock on the door. "Sister Tinglan, my foot is sprained again. Can you handle the important guests for me at the expo tomorrow?" Ji Muxue's voice was as tender and pitiful as ever. I looked at myself in the mirror, and the corners of my mouth slowly curved into a cold arc. "Okay, Mu Xue."
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