When the giant screen at the engagement party suddenly played a video of me accompanying people drinking at a nightclub, the eyes of the entire upper class were piercing like knives. The most ironic thing is that the person who pressed the send button was actually the groom-to-be standing opposite me—Ji Linxiu, who had rescued me from a fire in my house and spent ten years pampering me like a princess.
"Wen Yining, you really make me sick." He pulled off the family heirloom necklace from my neck in public. It was the medical expenses for my brother that I paid for with three hundred nights of humiliation. No one knows that under the white swan dress, I still have scars on my waist from the burns I received from a guest last night.
Until I found that photo in Ji's secret room: an eighteen-year-old girl wearing my ballet shoes, but with a face completely different from mine. The date behind it was clearly the day before the fire - it turned out that my stolen life was a well-planned revenge.
When the truth gradually emerged as his brother regained consciousness, Ji Linxiu knelt at the door of the ICU and begged me for forgiveness.
