I am a real daughter who has lived in the mountains for eighteen years.
After returning home, the fake daughter loved to pretend to be wronged and pitiful in front of my parents to frame me, and then secretly said to me: "My parents still love me, and you can't take it away."
Seeing the happiness on her body drifting away after her words, I smiled indifferently.
When my parents, mother, and brother accused me of being a fake daughter, I watched their wealth and luck disappear, and I couldn't hold down the upturned corners of my mouth.
The fiancé of the fake daughter came to me with a purple aura and told me that he wanted to put things right. I looked carefully at the red and black lines on his body.
The red thread is connected to the fake daughter, and the black thread is connected to me.
I had no choice but to say: "We can still have a good chat."
A short story of more than 10,000 words
Motto: What is stolen must be returned