The year Jiang Wumian turned seventeen, the Jiang family took her back in.
Everyone said she was lucky.
An orphan who had grown up in a welfare home had become the real daughter of one of Haicheng's wealthiest families overnight.
Her father was gentle, her mother loving, her older brother aloof, and her older sister considerate. Even the fake heiress who had taken her place for seventeen years apologized to her with red-rimmed eyes.
They prepared a beautiful bedroom for her, a closet full of dresses, and a family photo to put beside her bed.
Everyone in the picture was smiling.
Only Jiang Wumian noticed that in the family photo, she was already standing among the Jiangs ten years ago.
On her first night home, a piece of paper appeared on the refrigerator door.
[The Jiang Family Rules]
[1. Do not look in the mirror after midnight.]
[2. If Mom knocks on your door, pretend you're asleep.]
[3. Your older brother doesn't eat fish. If he serves you some, leave the table immediately.]
[4. There are only five people in this family.]
Jiang Wumian counted them.
Her father, her mother, her older brother, the fake heiress, and herself.
Exactly five.
But at midnight, she heard a woman sobbing quietly inside the wardrobe.
“Wumian...”
“Don't believe them.”
“Mom died a long time ago.”
