On Children's Day, the orphanage director brought out two boxes of treats for my sister and me. One was a box of To'ak aged dark chocolate, the other a simple bag of White Rabbit milk candies. My sister, Hazel, snatched the chocolate immediately, leaving me with the milk candy. Hazel, clutching her prize, was adopted by a farming family. She grew resentful. She thought the expensive chocolate meant a wealthy family, but it turned out to be farmers who had splurged once in a lifetime. From then on, she tormented the couple, growing lazy, gluttonous, and deceitful. Eventually, when the couple asked her to help with the farm work, she stabbed them both to death in a fit of rage. Panicked, she ran away and stumbled upon a private dining club in the suburbs. There, she saw me, dining with a wealthy merchant couple. I had been adopted by the wealthy family. I wore an expensive dress, and the birthmark on my face had been removed by surgery. I had transformed from an ugly duckling into a swan. "I wanted the wealthy family! Why did you steal them from me? I became a farm girl while you lived like a princess!" Hazel's face twisted with madness as she pulled out the knife hidden in her coat. She lunged at me, screaming. "You deserve to die! If you die, I can be their daughter! Hahahaha..." Before she could finish her triumphant laugh, my adoptive father kicked her against the wall. She hit her head and died, joining me in the afterlife shortly after. When I opened my eyes again, we were back to the day we chose the candy. Hazel snatched the milk candy first. She sneered at me immediately: "From now on, you'll be the lowly farm girl. You'll never compare to me. That ugly birthmark on your face will be there forever!" If she wants to be the "princess" that badly, she can have it. I couldn't be happier. 1 After being stabbed to death by my sister, I opened my eyes to find myself reborn. It was Children's Day again, the year I was nine. The orphanage director led us to the table with the two boxes of candy. "Ivy, Hazel. Two families have decided to adopt you. One is a wealthy merchant family, the other a farming couple. The chocolate is—" "I choose the milk candy!" Before the director could finish, Hazel grabbed the bag of White Rabbit candy, hugging it to her chest while glaring at me warily. I solemnly picked up the box of To'ak chocolate, unable to suppress the smile curling at the corners of my lips. The two couples waiting outside entered to pick us up. As we left with our new families, the director looked puzzled, muttering to herself: "Hazel is usually so greedy and vain. Why would she give up the expensive chocolate?" In that moment, I knew. Hazel had been reborn too. But Hazel wasn't the only thing that changed. The farming couple was different too. I remembered clearly. In my past life, when the farming couple came in, their eyes lit up with joy and adoration when they saw Hazel. Back then, the chocolate had already been eaten, so they couldn't tell who chose what. Now... the farm mother looked at Hazel with hurt and disappointment. The farm father looked at her with cold indifference, even a hint of hatred. This time, that adoration and cherishing gaze was directed at me. The farm mother gently touched the birthmark on my face, her eyes filled with tenderness. "You're our precious girl now. Mom will find a way to get this removed for you. My daughter will be beautiful." The farm father quickly added, "Dad will buy you new dresses and yummy food, too." The honest man rubbed his hands nervously before carefully patting my head. I would never forget my past life. While learning etiquette in the wealthy household, I was often beaten black and blue by the wealthy mother. Once, when I ran away and crouched by the roadside, it was this farm mother who saw me, bought medicine, and bandaged my wounds. Her kindness was a stark contrast to my reality. I had often wished I was the one who went home with them. Seeing her gentle face again, my eyes grew hot. Hazel sneered. "A bunch of hillbillies. What money do you have for surgery? You're destined to be poor forever." Ignoring her sarcasm, I hugged the farming couple and called out sweetly: "Mom, Dad, I'm so happy to be your daughter." "Hmph! You guys..." Hazel stomped her foot and ran toward the wealthy couple. She opened her arms for a hug. But the wealthy wife pulled her away distantly, disdain evident in her eyes. I shook my head secretly. Hazel, oh Hazel, you have no idea what you've just given up. 2 I went home to the countryside with my new parents. I was fully mentally prepared for a simple life, helping out on the farm. I was about to roll up my sleeves and ask if I should feed the pigs or till the fields. But when we entered the farmhouse, I was shook. That sofa looked incredibly familiar. I tugged on my dad's sleeve. "Dad, where did you buy this sofa?" Dad waved his hand dismissively. "Oh, that? I bought too many supplies once, and a foreign client gifted it to me as a bonus. I thought the color was ugly and wanted to put it in the pigpen for the sow, but your mom said it was comfy, so we kept it." I was stunned. If I remembered correctly, that was an Italian handmade leather sofa. In my past life, my wealthy mother flew all the way to Italy to bid on one, failed, and came back in such a rage she beat me and starved me for days. How could I forget it? "Dad, are we... not poor?" I blinked my big eyes, feigning innocence. Though it was a question, my tone was certain. Hazel didn't know quality, but in my past life, I had been exposed to luxury goods, willingly or not. "Who said that! Spreading rumors that we're poor? When did your dad ever say we were poor? Don't worry, you'll eat well and dress well." He paused, then added: "At least, you won't live worse than your sister." "Okay, Dad." I smiled sweetly. Hazel loved to attack me for my birthmark because otherwise, my features were delicate and refined. Even with the mark, I wasn't ugly, and people often said my smile was pure. Definitely better than her shifty eyes and mean brows. Or so I thought. "Sweetie, Mom will transfer you to the best elementary school in the city tomorrow, okay? A-City First Elementary." A-City First Elementary. That was my school in my past life. Hazel would likely go there too. But the educational resources there were top-tier, not just in the city but in the country. I wouldn't give up a good education just to avoid Hazel. I nodded gratefully at my mom. "Thank you, Mom!" "Silly child, no need to thank family. Oh, right, about your birthmark. Mom has already scheduled the surgery. You'll go to school after it's done." My mom looked worried when mentioning the birthmark. "Mom, it's okay. I'm used to it." "No, sweetie, don't be scared. Mom hired the top specialist in the country. You'll heal perfectly." Mom patted my shoulder reassuringly. I smiled. Of course I believed her. In both lives, she was the person I trusted most. The next day, I went into surgery. A week later, I reported to school wearing a mask. 3 "Hello everyone, I'm the new transfer student, Ivy Ye. Please take care of me." As fate would have it, I looked down and met Hazel's venomous gaze. Great. Enemies really do cross paths. I rolled my eyes at her. "Ivy, go find an empty seat." "Okay, thank you, teacher." As soon as I sat down, I heard Hazel gossiping about me to everyone around her. Loudly. "Hey, do you guys know why Ivy is wearing a mask?" She asked mysteriously, throwing a provocative look my way. Psycho. Does she think I care? "It's because... she's a monster! The birthmark on her face is hideous. She looks like a goblin." Hazel dragged out the word "goblin." Me: "???" Goblin your grandma. Your whole family looks like goblins. I took out the book covers my mom bought me and started wrapping my new textbooks. Hazel? I treated her like a fart in the wind. "Really? Is she that ugly?" someone asked. "If she dares not take off her mask, she must be ugly," Hazel said, staring right at me with arms crossed. Tch. Did she think goading me would work? No chance. Seeing I wouldn't bite, Hazel continued her attack. "She's just a hillbilly. Her family is dirt poor. I don't even know how she got into this school. Don't let her scare you." "I think the half of her face I can see is pretty. She doesn't look like a goblin. Hazel, can you stop bullying people like a mean old lady?" A girl with delicate features walked over, put her arm around my shoulder, and retorted. "Don't worry, ignore her. She just got here a few days ago too. She's a troublemaker." So nice. She comforted me. I gave her a grateful smile. "Thank you. I'll treat you to snacks at lunch." "Sure! I'm Wendy." Wendy sat down in the seat next to me. Nice, my desk mate. I walked up to Hazel and whispered in her ear, "If you keep messing around, I'll sign up for the same events as you in the talent show and crush you. Sister, you know your talent has always been inferior to mine." Hazel loved to show off, and relying on her status as the Qin family's adopted daughter, no one dared to compete with her. Hazel was stunned. Her eyes turned even more venomous. If looks could kill, I'd be a sieve right now. But I didn't expect Hazel to be so persistent. After school, my mom called. "Sweetie, wait at school for a bit. A new batch of seeds just matured in the field, Dad and I need to record some data." "Okay, take your time. I'll wait." Just like old times. I went to the dessert shop across from the school, ordered a bowl of herbal jelly, and enjoyed it happily. Suddenly, someone grabbed my neck and dragged me out of the shop. 4 Seriously? And there were two of them. "Let go of me! You jerks!" I screamed. My backpack contents spilled everywhere. There were other customers, but no one dared to help. A busybody tried to step in but was stopped. "Don't go. That's the Qin family's adopted daughter. You can't offend the Qins." "Yeah, that girl looks like she's from a normal family. She can't fight the Qins. Don't meddle." I closed my eyes in despair. Dragged into an alley. Hazel and her minion let go of me. "Ivy, weren't you arrogant at school today? Daring to glare at me?" Hazel pinched my chin arrogantly. Her eyes flashed with madness. "It's all your fault. Why didn't you tell me the Qins are devils? Bitch! You bitch! Stop pretending, I know you were reborn too!" Looking at her, I guessed she was going through what I endured in my past life. The wealthy mother, Mrs. Qin, always acted elegant and above it all. But in reality, she was the meanest person alive. She didn't adopt me because she wanted a daughter. She did it because her business in Dubai ran into trouble. Local forces demanded her daughter stay in Dubai as leverage. She couldn't bear to leave her biological daughter, so she sent her abroad to hide and adopted me as a body double. Once I learned everything her daughter knew, I would be sent to Dubai. Whether I could ever return was uncertain. At home, she treated me like less than a dog. Beatings and scoldings were daily occurrences. To the outside world, I was the Qin family miss. Inside, I was a punching bag. Thinking of this, I shivered. Seeing the fresh wounds on Hazel's arms, my own arms throbbed with phantom pain. In the past life, that was me. My gaze toward Hazel softened with pity. "In both lives, I never wronged you. Why do you keep trying to harm me?" Hazel didn't answer. She opened her hand, revealing a fan-shaped pendant. "Your birth mother's heirloom. Want it?" My eyes instantly grew hot. I deflated. "Give it back, please? I'll agree to whatever you want," I rasped. "Oh, so you're done being arrogant? If you really want it, take off your mask in class tomorrow. I'm not forcing you, you're doing it voluntarily, understand?" "Fine." I calmed myself down. Although Hazel and I were in children's bodies, we were adults inside. "Let her go. Wait, your family is poor now, right? Kneel and beg me. Maybe I'll give you a few hundred bucks for your surgery." Hazel laughed until she cried. "Ivy, are you going to keep that pathetic pride? I want to see how long you last. I'm waiting to see you beg like a dog. Remember, no mask. Not just tomorrow, but every day." "My dear sister, I just want to see you miserable. I'm waiting..."
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