As the cold river water enveloped me and I sank, I heard my adopted sister Lin Xingyue laughing on the shore.
Wearing the high-end dress that should have belonged to me, she nestled in the arms of my parents and said softly: "If sister had known better, she would have given me her position as the eldest daughter of the Jiang family earlier, and she would not have ended up like this."
But my biological parents just turned away indifferently and allowed me to be swallowed up by the endless darkness.
They forgot that it was me who exchanged my talent for the Jiang family's comeback; they forgot that Lin Xingyue was just an orphan girl that our family kindly adopted.
Saying "She is pitiful" and saying "You are my sister, you should give in" required me to give up my identity, studies, engagement, and even my entire life.
In my next life, I was lying on the bed in the Jiang family's old house, and in front of me were those familiar faces.
They gathered around me and spoke earnestly and even with a hint of impatience: "Niannian, Xingyue's birthday is coming soon. Give her the place to study abroad."
This time, I slowly lifted the quilt, and there was no trace of admiration or concession in my eyes.
I have been through hell once, and now I am not coming back to be a puppet at the mercy of others.
I will take back everything that belongs to me; I will take back everything that is owed to me, with interest!
