Two Years After I Died, He Went Mad

My sister had been dead for two years, but my brother-in-law still thought she was playing hard to get.

As my sister lay dying, all she wanted was to see him one last time.

His cold voice came crashing through the phone.

“Tonight is Meixi’s debut night. Nothing matters more than that.”

In just two years, he had turned Gao Meixi into a newly minted A-lister.

Meanwhile, the jasmine flowers I planted by my sister’s grave had bloomed again and again.

I turned the jasmine into perfume.

The perfume carried my sister’s scent.

Luo Jinzhou seized on that as proof that my sister wasn’t dead.

His gaze grew more and more heated whenever he looked at me.

I sneered.

At last, he’d figured something out.

Because I was my sister.