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An Xiunian wasn't surprised at all that Yan Xin didn't remember her.
In fact, she would have felt strange if Yan Xin actually had any impression of her.
As a child, when An Xiunian learned of Yan Xin's legendary life that seemed straight out of a TV drama, she gradually realized it wasn't envy she felt towards Yan Xin, but jealousy.
Therefore, she poured these dark thoughts into her locked diary.
In this diary, meant only for her own eyes, An Xiunian could unabashedly write down her darkest thoughts.
How wonderful would it have been if it were her that the wealthy couple had come looking for?
Not only did they appear wealthy, but they were also very cultured, with remarkable poise. The clothes and shoes they wore, and the car they drove, clearly belonged to a class entirely different from An Xiunian's own.
Unlike her, always the one to sacrifice for her brother in her family. It seemed to be some kind of strange political correctness, an odd convention.
