The Fu family raised me for twenty years, but only as a sacrifice.
At the family banquet, my seat was by the door. The Second Madam said, "The fake heiress should sit by the door, so she can welcome the guests."
I said nothing. I was counting.
Of the sixty-one people there, six had heads that were already completely black. Completely black meant they would die within three days.
Every five years, the Fu family went through a cycle. There were forty-seven names, and whenever one was crossed off, another had to take its place. Twenty years ago, my mother filled the place of a month-old baby. That baby was me.
That night, they meant to sacrifice me to the furnace.
I went in, then walked out on my own.
I said, "From today on, if anyone in the Fu family is about to die, come to me for help. I want no money. I only want you to remember my mother's name."
Her name was Shen Yulan.
You can repay this debt yourselves.