In our previous lives, one of us died more miserably than the other. The eldest sister was lifted up to heaven by the scumbag "soul mate", and then pushed into hell with her own hands, the company's shares were eaten away, and she finally jumped into a river in the cold winter; I, the youngest Magnolia in the entertainment industry, was drugged and sent to the director's bed by my "sister" who raised me.
It wasn't until his death that he realized that the "accidental death" of his parents was the result of the joint efforts of the illegitimate children; that the so-called perfect lovers, caring sisters, and affectionate boyfriends were all a show they played for us. And our whole family, in this huge "invisible marriage" scam, was suspicious of each other until death.
When I opened my eyes again - I went back to the night before I was drugged. The wine glass has been handed to me, and the girl I love like my own sister is smiling sweetly and harmlessly at me.
"Sister, I toast you this glass of wine." I looked at her and smiled. "Okay." Then he backhanded and poured the entire glass of wine onto the greasy face of the director behind him.
In this life, I return with memories. Abandoning the love mentality, I want them all to pay the price. I held the hand of my "good sister" in front of the camera and shed tears: "You are right... There are unspoken rules and you really shouldn't tolerate them."
All acting. But this time, the script needs to be changed. ——Those who have deceived me, harmed me, and eaten my flesh and blood. Don't even think about running away.
