When my elder sister tossed her embroidered ball to choose a husband, it split in two.
The heir to the Marquis of Yongning and young General Xie each caught half.
Neither would give way.
They even came to blows, setting the whole city talking.
In the end, my sister had no choice but to push me forward.
“My little sister is beautiful and gentle, and bears a strong resemblance to me.”
“General Xie, marry her and think of me when you look at her.
Please, don’t make this harder for me.”
In my last life, Xie Chenzhou had married me unwillingly.
He despised me and never so much as touched me.
I gave as good as I got, with cold, mocking words.
“My sister simply didn’t want you.
Stop flattering yourself.”
“She’s already showing, and you still haven’t let her go.”
And so we spent our whole lives bickering, loathing the sight of each other.
Now I had another life.
And I was back on the day my sister tossed her ball to choose a husband.
