My sister and I have the same mother.
Because I was frail, I was sent to the countryside as a child to train in martial arts with our grandfather. I had a short fuse.
My sister grew up with our parents. She excelled in school and was gentle and graceful, never getting into an argument with anyone.
In our previous life, she married the head of a machinery factory, a veteran who had left the army.
Neither of them was much for talking. They kept everything to themselves, and in the end, my sister died young because of a misunderstanding.
I married a sent-down youth who had returned to the city.
He thought I was frivolous and crude. He would rather spend every day in the school dormitory than come home, leaving me alone in an empty house.
In this life, we were reborn on our wedding day.
Looking at my sister's worried face, I asked, "How about we switch?"
My sister nodded frantically. "Let's switch!"
