Back to the 1980S: My Best Friend and I Refuse to Reconcile with Our Heartless Parents

Reborn on the day in 1982 when my birth parents came to take me back, my best friend and I exchanged a glance. We no longer begged them through tears to take us home. Instead, we clung to each other, refusing to be separated no matter what. It was because in my previous life, when I returned to the commander’s home, I discovered that an adopted sister had long since taken the place that should have been mine. My adopted sister accused me of pushing her and causing her to miss the corps drill. My parents and siblings called me vicious, then broke the leg of their top female soldier: me. “Of course someone from the countryside has no manners. You were jealous, so you bullied Jiaojiao!” “Don’t think being their biological daughter means you can do whatever you want. In our hearts, Jiaojiao is the one we love most!” They dismissed me for supposedly having loose morals, tossed me three yuan as charity, and married me off to an old widower with a twenty-year-old son who was mentally disabled. I was tormented to death. Meanwhile, my best friend went home with her scientist parents. With just a few words, the cousin staying with them convinced everyone that my friend planned to steal state secrets. “How could we have given birth to a traitor like you, willing to sell out your country for personal gain? From now on, Zhenzhen will take your place as our daughter!” My best friend, once a chemistry prodigy, was injected with drugs, left paralyzed in bed, and locked in a dark laboratory for the rest of her life. Before she starved to death, she could only watch as her cousin stole her research, earned a recommendation to the country’s top university, and won prize after prize. …