Before I was reborn, I was the true daughter of a top-tier wealthy family, cast out and left to fend for myself.
The fake heiress enjoyed a life of luxury, while I endured one cruelty after another.
Only as I lay dying did I learn that my biological parents had orchestrated the mix-up all those years ago.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I was supposed to reunite with my family.
Facing my wealthy parents' tears and the fake heiress's bewilderment, I smiled. “Sorry, I took a wrong turn.”
I turned and walked toward the other end of the corridor, where the poor relatives who truly loved me were waiting.
The last image lingering in my consciousness was the stark white ceiling of the hospital room, the smell of disinfectant mingling with the metallic scent of my life draining away, and the two faces beside my bed that looked grief-stricken, though relief lurked in their eyes. They were my illustrious “biological parents.”
Blood bubbled in my throat, leaving me unable to speak, but Lin Wanxing screamed inside.
Why?
Why would the people who were truly her flesh and blood watch as she was switched at birth, let her struggle in the mud for seventeen years, then, after taking her back, repeatedly ignore and suppress her because she stood in the way of the “perfect” adopted daughter they had painstakingly raised, until she withered away unnoticed in this luxurious hospital room?
Was it because she wasn't elegant or accomplished enough to be worthy of the Su family's name? Or was it because the girl called Su Yao was the one they truly accepted, the “daughter” who could preserve the family's glory and respectability?
I can't accept this... If only I could live again...
A violent coughing fit seized her. Her lungs spasmed like a broken bellows, and her vision faded into darkness.
“Xingxing, we're here. This is the place.” An elderly voice, tinged with unease, sounded beside her
