After My Mother Died, My Stepmother Asked My Sister and Me Who Would Be Left Behind.

After my mother passed away, my father married my stepmother. My stepmother said that my sister and I could only have one left. So my sister was sent to a poor mountainous area. And I was still living a smooth life as a young lady from a wealthy family, graduated from a prestigious school, and eventually got engaged to the richest man. At the wedding, my sister stabbed me to death. When I woke up again, my sister tried her best to stay. I knew that my sister was also reborn. The night before I was sent to the mountains, my sister said condescendingly: "This time it's your turn to be a humble sow!" I smiled coldly. She thought she was a wealthy and wealthy country, but she didn't know that it was a Shura field that was more terrifying than the mountains.