Dressed as a favored fake daughter, I panicked - according to the original novel, this preference was the beginning of my sister's darkening.
In order to reverse the tragedy, I started the hard-core "sister control" mode: I accompanied her on the piano, I dealt with her grievances, and vowed to make her the brightest star in the family.
Unexpectedly, while I was busy hugging my thigh, my whole family secretly doted on me.
Until that day, two unfamiliar motorcades stopped in front of the house at the same time.
A group of people from the top scholarly families in Beijing held my paintings and burst into tears.
In another row, my cold sister got out of the car calmly and said to the visitor:
"Introducing my sister. And - who gave you the courage to check her out?"
