My mom loves watching my sister and me compete. She deliberately gave me old clothes that no one else wanted, causing me to catch a disease and almost die. Yet she said: "If your sister hadn't told me this dress would look good on you, Mom wouldn't have let you wear old clothes no one else wanted." She deliberately changed my sister's college application from a top university to a community college, ruining her future. Yet she said: "If your sister hadn't said that school was a better fit for you, Mom wouldn't have listened to her and changed your application." My sister and I fought for a lifetime, finally dying tragically in a fire. Mom stood outside the inferno, watching us coldly: "You're finally dead. Now there's no one left to compete with me for your father's love." Opening my eyes again, my sister and I were both reborn. Chapter 1 "Chloe, look at this. It's old, but it's still in good shape. Go try it on, quickly!" My mom pointed at a plastic bag on the floor, urging me. In my past life, it was on this day that my mom brought back an old dress no one else wanted and made me try it on. I put it on without suspicion. She wouldn't let me take it off; instead, she made me twirl left and right, and even sent me outside to show the neighbors... I wore that old dress for over half an hour before she let me take it off. That night, I developed a high fever that wouldn't break. At the hospital, I learned I had contracted a disease, and the source was that dress my mom brought back. Yet she cried and said, "If your sister hadn't told me this dress would look good on you, Mom wouldn't have let you wear old clothes no one else wanted." She didn't speak a word of truth in front of my sister either. Even worse, she deliberately changed my sister's college application from a top university to a community college, ruining her future. And she told my sister: "If your sister hadn't said that school was a better fit for you, Mom wouldn't have listened to her and changed your application." My sister and I hated each other for a lifetime, fought for a lifetime, and finally died together in a fire. My mom stood outside the inferno, watching us coldly: "You're finally dead. Now there's no one left to compete with me for my husband's love." Three people loved her, but since she only wanted my dad's love... I smiled coldly, looking at the clothes in the plastic bag: "Mom, we're about the same size. I think this color suits you better." Chapter 2 My mom was stunned for a moment, then smiled again: "This is for you. Hurry up and try it on; it'll definitely look good." I also smiled: "I think it suits you better. Mom, you try it." My mom's face went slightly cold: "Just put it on when I tell you to. It's just a dress; do we need to push it back and forth? Hurry up and try it. If it doesn't fit, I have to return it." She rolled her eyes and continued to urge: "Hurry up, your sister said this dress suits you." She said the same thing in my previous life, but after I got sick. This time, she said it ahead of time. I smiled coldly and was about to speak when my sister suddenly opened the door and rushed in. "Chloe, don't!" After shouting, she seemed to just catch her breath, panting heavily. Seeing the clothes in the plastic bag on the floor, my sister obviously sighed in relief. I realized something, but now was not the time to ask questions, so I played along with my mom's words. "Lily, do you really think this color suits me?" I pointed to the clothes on the floor, asking my sister but looking at my mom. A guilty look appeared on her face. Just as she wanted to change the subject, I said again: "Mom said you think this dress suits me." "I didn't say that!" My sister's eyes filled with tears. She took a deep breath, forcing the tears back, and looked straight at my mom, "Mom, why are you lying to Chloe?" My mom's voice stuttered, and her expression was extremely unnatural: "What lie? I just said it casually. Do you have to take it so seriously?" "Then you're spreading rumors. I never said that!" My sister said hatefully. I walked over and held my sister's hand. Her body trembled, and she held my hand back tightly. I confirmed my suspicions. I squeezed my sister's hand and smiled: "I actually think this dress suits Mom very well. What do you think?" My sister caught onto my idea and played along quickly: "Yes, Mom, this color suits you perfectly. You'll look absolutely beautiful in it. Hurry up and try it." My mom said irritably: "What suits me? If you don't want to wear it, forget it. I'll take it back." Chapter 3 My dad came back at this time. I had a brainstorm, pointing at my mom and asking: "You don't want to wear old clothes, do you? Then why do you always make me and my sister wear old clothes? Or is there something wrong with this dress?" My sister gasped: "Is there really something wrong with this dress? Mom, you brought back problematic clothes for Chloe to wear. Are you trying to kill her?" "What's going on?" My dad said seriously, "It's just a dress. What could be wrong with it? How can you two talk to your mother like that?" My mom threw herself into my dad's arms, weeping: "Honey, it's good you're back. Otherwise, I don't know what they would have said about me, boo hoo..." I rolled my eyes; I really couldn't stand to watch. Competing with her own daughters, she's really something. I also cried: "I just think this dress suits Mom, but she refuses to wear it. I know she never liked me and my sister, so she always makes us wear old clothes while she buys new ones for herself..." My sister also cried along. Dad: "......" I sobbed: "We just want Mom to try on this dress." My sister's tears fell down, and she nodded in agreement: "Is there anything wrong with daughters wanting to dress up their mother beautifully?" Under the combined attack of me and my sister, my dad also said: "If the kids want you to try it, just try it. It's just a dress; what's the big deal?" "Put it on and show Dad." I persisted, determined to make my mom wear that dress today. My dad picked up the plastic bag and handed it to my mom: "Put it on quickly and let me see." Having no choice, my mom reluctantly changed into the dress, but she wanted to take it off after just one twirl in front of my dad. "Don't be in such a hurry, Mom. Turn around again so I can see..." Before I finished speaking, I was irritably interrupted by my mom: "Turn what..." "Mom, you're so fierce! Why is your voice so rough?" I asked deliberately. Mom: "......" In order to maintain the image of a gentle woman in front of my dad, my mom had no choice but to smile and turn left and right in front of us. I insisted on taking her outside for a walk, and she couldn't refuse. It wasn't until more than half an hour later that my mom was able to take off the dress. She immediately rushed into the bathroom to shower. Afterward, she disinfected the entire house and threw the dress into the trash. I was no longer anxious to expose her; anyway, she was already marinated in the virus. Chapter 4 "Chloe." My sister pulled me back to the room. As soon as the door closed, she hugged me tightly, sobbing uncontrollably. We didn't dare to make a sound, holding each other and crying silently. After a long time, I let go of my sister and asked tremblingly: "You were reborn too, right?" My sister nodded vigorously. "I'm sorry." I held her hand, "In the past life, it was my fault." "No, it was her fault!" My sister sniffled, "Let's not talk about the past life anymore. Chloe, from now on, let's both be well." I took a deep breath and wiped away my tears: "You have to be more careful. She will definitely change your college application again in this life." My sister looked thoughtful and nodded. Outside, my dad's voice came: "Xiaoyun, what are you doing? If the clothes aren't right, just return them. Why did you burn them?" My sister and I looked at each other and immediately opened the door to go out. We saw my mom looking paranoid, staring at the burning clothes in the basin and saying: "It's fine if I burn it, definitely fine." My heart turned cold. I walked forward and deliberately asked: "Mom, why are you burning the clothes..." My mom gave me a hateful glare, her eyes filled with venom. Fortunately, when the clothes burned clean, she was relieved. Pouting, she stood up and complained about my sister and me in front of my dad: "Honey, they really don't like wearing old clothes. Chloe and Lily tried so hard to make me wear them." "I didn't buy them new clothes often before, but that was when they were little. Children look fresh and beautiful in anything." "Look at me, I'm old and yellow. If I don't wear new clothes, will I still be presentable?" I also complained: "But my sister and I are so grown up now, and we haven't worn many new clothes. I'm nineteen, and my sister is sixteen. You can't treat us like children anymore." My sister pouted aggrievedly. My dad walked over: "From now on, I'll buy new clothes for both of you. Don't wear clothes others have worn before." He turned his head to complain to my mom: "You too. What young girl doesn't like wearing new clothes? They are young, they should wear new clothes even more. You are so old, what difference does it make if it's new or old?" Mom: "......" My dad really is a straight-talking man. My mom didn't speak, clenching her hands tightly. I looked over and caught the fleeting murderous intent in her eyes. That look made me cold all over. I couldn't understand how that could be the look a mother gives her own daughter. Only when she saw me looking at her did my mom smile again: "Yes, I'm old. I don't look good in anything. Let's just buy new clothes for them. Don't buy any for me." My dad was speechless: "It's not like our family can't afford new clothes. Let's just buy new ones for everyone, okay? It's just old clothes; why make such a big deal out of it? I've been working all day; don't make me judge this boring case for you." "Dad, I'll cook." I said, entering the kitchen. My sister came in to help. As soon as the kitchen door closed, she whispered: "Will we get infected? Dad sleeps in the same bed with her; he will definitely get infected too." I whispered something in my sister's ear. My sister nodded and went out immediately: "Dad, accompany me to buy some workbooks. I don't have enough test papers. The college entrance exam is coming up, and I want to practice more." "Let's go." My dad agreed without hesitation. After buying the workbooks, my sister said she wanted to eat KFC and asked my dad to take her there. After dinner, she wanted to go to the supermarket, anyway, they didn't come back until very late. I ate dinner with my mom. The disease only spreads through skin contact. She kept complaining that my sister was pestering my dad and wouldn't let him come back to accompany her. She had missed my dad all day at home. I didn't respond. At half past eight, my mom suddenly called me: "Chloe, quickly call your dad back. I feel sick." I forced myself to be ruthless and pretended not to hear. In the previous life, the night I had a fever, my mom took my dad out so he wouldn't come back to take care of me. In the end, it was my sister who called an ambulance and sent me to the hospital for emergency treatment.
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