Only after I died did I learn that my mother was merely the villainous wife in a doting romance novel.
My father and the orphan girl he brought home joined forces to kill me. When my mother insisted on investigating my death, my father pushed her down the stairs, too.
When I woke up again, I had returned to the year my father was about to bring the culprit home.
My mother held me tenderly. “Huihui, would you like her to be your big sister?”
Under their expectant gazes, I slowly shook my head.
