I hate my stepsister.
She was always pretending to be innocent, stealing all of our father's and grandmother's affection.
But in our previous life, when our family fell into trouble, we were both sold to a brothel to become government courtesans.
She protected me with everything she had, never letting me suffer the slightest harm.
Even as she was tortured to death, her last words were:
"Sister, I'm glad. At least you're still pure."
Overcome with grief, I followed her into death...
Reborn before our family fell into trouble, she was sweet-talking our grandmother,
"Sister's new gold hairpin is so pretty. Yingying wants one too."
I promptly took the hairpin out of my hair and handed it to her.
"Here you go!"
She stared at me, wide-eyed. "Did you hit your head or something?"
