When I was 15 years old, my parents were in emotional crisis and I thought I was the most unfortunate person. Indulge, degenerate, make others unhappy if you are not happy. Annoying like an idiot. Eventually my parents divorced and they were kicked around like a ball. No one is willing to raise it. In the end, the law was awarded to Dad. Dad remarried and had a stepmother and younger sister. The stepmother is the mistress. My sister is my father's illegitimate daughter. My sister is cute and petite, and she can show off her innocence. Use your usual tricks to discredit me. If you are domineering in front of me, you will become pitiful in front of others. As a result, I was the vicious and demanding sister. She is the poor bullied sister. I'm gloomy and I don't understand people's hearts. I disdain intrigues, I am forced to accept it. I couldn't bear it anymore, and I wanted to resist, but I found that my father was facing her, my childhood sweetheart was facing her, and even my fiancé was in her pocket. Finally, at my wedding, the bridesmaid was my sister and the best man was the best man. The style column collapsed, and the best man's fiancé immediately pulled my sister away from behind. I stood there stupidly, and no one saved me. I was knocked down. When he woke up again, he found that he was reborn to the age of sixteen. This is my home court. I won't let you take everything away from me.