Shen Tingxi is dead.
She died in the hands of her sister who was holding the glory with her own hands. Backstage at the awards ceremony, there was a bottle of sulfuric acid, disfigurement, fire, and the phrase "You should have gone to the countryside thirty years ago."
When she opened her eyes again, she returned to 1979.
The weak and well-behaved sister was waving to her at the entrance of the village: "Sister, I'm here to see you."
Shen Tingxi smiled.
In this life, she is still the disgraced educated youth who went to the countryside. But no one knows that these hands have held golden scissors and painted makeup on countless stars.
My sister wants to steal her design? Let her steal. After stealing it, I realized what "painting a tiger will not turn out to be an anti-dog".
My sister wants to steal her man? Let her grab it. After snatching it away, I found out who the man was pretending to be.
My sister wants to be her factory flower in the city? Let her be. When she stands at the highest point, let her see what it means to be shattered into pieces.
Shen Tingxi only wants to do two things:
1. Lift my sister up with your own hands, and then pull her down with your own hands.
2. By the way, save a person who should not be forgotten and warm a heart that should be cold.
In this life, everything owed to her must be paid back.
