On the first day my sister was reborn, she draped her wedding dress over me:
“Little sister, marry in my place and go to the border. It’s a bitter, cold place. You die for me, and I’ll live for you.”
I believed her.
Only later did I find out
My sister remembered her previous life. She remembered that Lu Tingzhou would distinguish himself, get promoted, and rise to great prominence.
She wasn’t afraid of hardship. She was afraid of dying.
She was waiting for me to die. Once I died at the border, she planned to take over my identity as an army wife.
But she didn’t know
My mother-in-law treated me like her own daughter.
My husband cherished me above all else.
That border everyone called miserable became a cozy haven for me.
Three years later, my sister knelt at my door:
“Little sister, I was wrong. Please take me in.”
I crouched down and smiled at her:
“Do you know what a ‘twin’s mistake’ is?
Your mistake was thinking you could calculate everything.
Mine was believing you once.
But now
Your rebirth, your schemes, the life you fought so hard to steal,
all belong to me.”
