Not until Shen Qingci died after taking a disaster in the fake heiress's place did she learn that the eighteen years of her life had been a carefully orchestrated sacrifice.
It turned out that I was the chosen “sacrifice.”
Reborn, she turned the tables. When the other girl once again pretended to be “weak” and asked me to take her misfortune upon myself, I shoved the source of the disaster right back into her arms and smiled sweetly:
“Little sister, from now on, you can take responsibility for your own good fortune.”
