11-year-old Yuan Luoyi looked at her past self, feeling both familiar and unfamiliar. Their features were equally exquisite and beautiful, but their eyes were completely different.
Because the grown-up her had dead eyes.
Time rewound to the past, and fragments of memories gradually unfolded.
How long had it been since she last smiled?
17-year-old Yuan Luoyi couldn't remember. She only knew that she was crumbling, like collapsing snow, unable to stop the process.
She often woke up crying in the middle of the night, overwhelmed by pain. No matter how hard she struggled, she kept sinking deeper.
So Yuan Luoyi chose to give up and sink to the bottom.
She dropped out of school and locked herself in her room, living in a daze, lost and in agony.
She couldn't fit in at school or at home, an outcast wherever she went, with only loneliness as her companion.
She had no idea what the point of living was.
So a year later, when Yuan's father threw a suitcase at her and said she wasn't a Yuan family child, she even felt a sense of relief.
We're not family after all, that's more like it.
When she was taken away like a murderer, Yuan Luoyi didn't resist or shed a tear.
So this is what it feels like to be extremely sad.
She no longer had a home, all the love she received was false. In this world, her existence didn't matter, no one cared if she lived or died, not even herself.
But Yuan Luoyi was wrong.
After she was locked up, a phone call came through.
"Hello, is this Yuan Luoyi?"
It was her elder brother Yuan Ao's voice. Yuan Luoyi hadn't spoken to him in years, and the sudden call left her speechless, unable to make a sound.
He must have known by now that she wasn't a Yuan family child, so why was he calling?
Yuan Ao said, "It's all my fault. You've always been a gentle child, and gentle children are easily hurt. I didn't protect you well enough."
Yuan Luoyi's breathing paused for a moment as she composed herself. "I'm not a Yuan family child anymore."
Yuan Ao said, "I know. How are things over there? Have they done anything to you?"
Yuan Luoyi said, "They sentenced me to death and locked me up."
Yuan Ao said, "Don't be afraid. Everyone bought return tickets and will be there tomorrow. Your brothers all believe you're innocent."
Yuan Luoyi choked up. "Okay."
"Can you hold on by yourself?"
"I can."
"Okay, they don't give us much time to talk. I can't say much more, but please don't give up. Your brothers will bring you home for sure."
"Okay, I won't give up anymore."
The call was disconnected, and tears streamed down Yuan Luoyi's cheeks. Her once hollow eyes now had a glimmer of light.
So someone wanted her to live...
Therefore, when the noose tightened around Yuan Luoyi's neck, she struggled fiercely. They wanted her dead as soon as possible, fearing that the Yuan brothers would arrive any second. They planned to stage it as a suicide out of guilt, quickly cremating the body to leave no evidence.
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THE FAKE HEIRESS AND HER FIVE VILLAINOUS BROTHERS
FanfictionI do not own this story, the story belongs to its original publisher Fanqie Novel. It's only for offline purposes. Yuan Luoyi felt like she was a little hamster in a pit of snakes, with her family full of crazy villains, yet as the fake heiress she...