Sister Xiaosan was my patient, seeking treatment for psychological problems. She came from a privileged background, yet was cripplingly insecure and full of malice toward the world.
I pitied her for being tormented at such a young age, and devoted myself to encouraging her to challenge who she used to be, see the world anew, and boldly pursue love.
But the person she set her sights on was my husband, Chen Xu.
To make sure Chen Xu and I would divorce, she paid a huge sum to drug me and staged a scene with Chen Xu, pretending they’d been caught in bed together.
My reputation was ruined. Amid jeers and despair, people beat me like an animal, and I died beside a garbage dump.
Reborn on the day I first took Sister Xiaosan as a patient, I looked at the young woman in front of me, crying and tortured beyond recognition, and smiled as I said:
“Just be yourself. They don’t understand you.”
