Back in her room, Ran Yurou couldn't calm down for a long time.
She really hadn't expected the truth of the matter...
to be like this!
Her entire life, the person she envied, was jealous of, and hated the most, was Ran Yu.
Beautiful, intelligent, with a gentle and wise mother, a complete and harmonious family, and a wealthy, carefree life.
She was, you could say, a girl everyone envied.
Ran Yurou still clearly remembers the first time she visited the Ran Family with Qiao Li.
Back then, Ran Yu seemed to be just over four years old, sitting in front of the living room's black and white piano that was worth tens of thousands, wearing a white lace princess dress, with delicate black leather boots on her feet, her long black hair fluffy and draped, accentuating her fair, delicate, and beautiful little face, and on her face, there was a radiant and carefree smile.
"Call her sister." Qiao Li said at the time.
