THE FAKE HEIRESS AND HER FIVE VILLAINOUS BROTHERS

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Often, Yuan Luoyi would gaze at the mirror, tracing her features with her fingers on the cold glass - her large eyes, petite nose.

A strange sadness lingered in her heart, refusing to dissipate.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as Yuan Luoyi stood perplexed, unaware of why she felt such sorrow.

Until one day, when three-year-old Yuan Luoyi visited Yuan Jianghai's beachside villa, a little girl approached her, identical in appearance.

The girl said, "Luoyi, I snuck out to see you. Do you remember me? I'm your sister, Yi Qi."

Yuan Luoyi suddenly understood.

I'm sad because I keep losing you again and again...

At that moment, within the Yuan residence, the 11-year-old Yuan Luoyi once more encountered Yi Qi, as if a switch was flipped, countless fragmented memories collided in her mind.

Scenes flashed by.

They played hopscotch together, jumped rope, trained, studied, underwent experiments and tests...

Yuan Luoyi grew confused, unable to make sense of her thoughts.

What did these memory fragments mean?

The Yi Qi in her memories was a serene girl, but the one before her now had cold, cruel eyes - they seemed like two different people.

But Yuan Luoyi had no time to ponder, for behind Yi Qi appeared several figures armed with weapons, their killing intent directed at Yuan Luoyi.

Yi Qi wanted to eliminate her, to take her place.

She had to escape!

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Yuan Luoyi ran with all her might, the footsteps behind her growing louder.

She cried out, "Help!"

Her voice echoed hollowly down the corridor, unanswered.

Fortunately, having faced numerous life-or-death situations, Yuan Luoyi's mental fortitude was already strong, and she did not panic.

Gasping for breath, she continued running, aiming for the downstairs area where her second brother resided.

The mansion was too vast and inconvenient - the servants lived in remote quarters, too far away to rely on. The construction crew hired years ago had been honest, without any shoddy workmanship, and the soundproofed walls meant that even if Yuan Luoyi shouted from downstairs, only her second brother might hear her.

She finally understood why so many murders occurred in these lavish mansions.

Sprinting through the long corridor, stepping onto the stairs, she hurried downward.

In the darkness, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Yuan Luoyi's shoulder with tremendous force she could not resist, causing her to stumble and fall.

She had been caught by the villains!

A rough rope tightened around her neck, violently constricting, as a terrifying asphyxiation engulfed Yuan Luoyi. She could neither breathe nor cry out, her limbs bound.

She was too young and small to even struggle.

Her slender neck bore the brunt of the excruciating pain, the rope cutting deep into her flesh, as if threatening to sever her neck entirely.

Her consciousness faded, and Yuan Luoyi could no longer see her surroundings.

"Aaargh!"

A man's scream pierced her ears, and the rope strangling Yuan Luoyi loosened as someone lifted her into their embrace. Her feeble body leaned against them, and as blood flow returned to her brain, her senses gradually revived to reveal Yuan's Father, consumed by uncontrollable rage.