Shen Li felt she was dreaming. In the dream, she hadn't been switched at birth; she was born as the precious young lady of the Shen Family. Her parents were loving, the family harmonious, and she was the pearl in her parents' hands. Growing up cherished, she had a happy and fulfilling childhood and adolescence—then she met her idol.
His indifferent face wore a gentle smile as he softly ruffled her hair, his dark eyes staring deeply into hers with boundless indulgence.
"Wake up, wake up..."
That cool and pleasant voice was right by her ear, her idol calling her—how blissful.
Slowly opening her eyes, cold raindrops fell on her face, making Shen Li shiver involuntarily.
