THE FAKE HEIRESS AND HER FIVE VILLAINOUS BROTHERS

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Yuan Luoyi entered the room, her ears filled with the ethereal laughter of children.

"Sister, look at the forest I painted!"

"Wow, beautiful!"

"If we're free, I want to see a real forest. Will you come with me, sister?"

"Of course! We'll go together, we've been together since birth, always together."

The two little girls held hands tightly, their appearances identical, but their demeanors contrasting—one lively and cheerful, the other tranquil and reserved.

The images in her mind gradually faded away, the two happy little girls disappearing.

Yuan Luoyi reached out, her fingertips touching the graffiti on the wall. Over time, it had become faded and discolored, but she recognized the familiar strokes—she had drawn it...

A few male servants came in, quickly changing the bedding and wiping clean the tables and chairs.

Worried that Yuan Luoyi might get bored, Yuan Si ordered someone to bring a television and various books. He still didn't understand what love was, but he intended to nurture this sister for a long time, perhaps one day he would understand.

After everything was arranged, Yuan Si left the room: "It's getting late, you should rest."

Yuan Luoyi said, "Good night, fourth brother."

Yuan Si said, "Good night, my dear sister."

A familiar scene, familiar dialogue—this farewell had happened countless times, only with different people, in fragments of memory.

Yuan Jianghai said, "Good night, my dear children."

The two little girls said in unison, "Good night, grandpa."

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Their voices stifled with fear.

The heavy door opened with a grating metal-on-metal screech.

"Bang!"

The door shut completely, the ceiling fan spinning overhead with the faint whirring of butterfly wings. All other footsteps, voices, even the sound of waves outside, were shut out.

More and more memory fragments appeared as Yuan Luoyi moved around the room, looking at objects.

[Ding!]

[Conditions met, host can activate clue function]

Yuan Luoyi sat down, suddenly feeling very sad—a sadness that seemed to have haunted her since birth, making her tear up every time she looked in the mirror.

And now, it was time to unravel the mystery.

Yuan Luoyi said, "Activate clues!"

Time began to rewind, the clock ticking backwards.

Dust in the corner of the room swirled up, vanishing as abruptly as it had appeared. The faded graffiti regained its luster, the yellowed plush toy looked brand new.

Large bloodstains appeared on the floor, haphazard bloody handprints smeared the walls, piercing screams echoing endlessly.

Yi Qi held the dying Luoyi, shouting helplessly, "Someone help her, please!"

"Grandpa, I'll be good, I won't run away again! I'll do anything you say!"

"Please, save her!"

Her hands pressed against her sister's wounds, trying to stem the flow of blood, sinking in despair into the warm, viscous sensation as she watched her sister's life ebb away.