In my previous life, I was a real daughter recognized by a wealthy family, but I became a tool for marriage and died miserably in prison with hatred. He was the illegitimate son of the Rong family. He was used as a living kidney source for his eldest brother and died on the operating table. Reborn as sixteen years old, he climbed over the wall of the Rong family all night, and stopped at the door of the orphanage with his face covered with dust: "Don't go back to the Xie family." I looked at the bloodstains from his tiger's mouth that had not dried up, and said softly: "I must go back. She is still there." In this life, the tears of the fake daughter can no longer deceive me. The mask of my eccentric parents will be torn apart by my own hands, and the conspiracy of the Rong family will be uprooted. He and I joined forces from the dark, climbed to the top respectively, settled the blood debts of our previous lives, and used the layout of our two lives to give the woman who was waiting for us home under the osmanthus tree a long and lasting rest of her life.
