In my past life, my sister was adopted by a wealthy family, while I was taken in by a street cleaner.
As it turned out, that wealthy family was plagued by vicious infighting. Her parents were cold, her brother was a bully, and she was eventually kicked out with nothing to her name.
My home, however, was full of harmony. To top it off, a wealthy young heir fell in love with me-the poor, innocent Little White Flower. My life was like something straight out of a romance drama.
Consumed by resentment, my sister killed me, and we both returned to the day we were adopted.
This time, she rushed forward and threw herself into the cleaner’s arms before I could move.
“Sister, this time, it’s my turn to be the leading lady of the drama.”
But what she didn’t know is that a leading lady is never defined by her background.
