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"Sister! Danger!"
I, eighteen-year-old Lin Yan, instinctively lunged forward in my faded school uniform.
I was smaller and weaker than her, but in that moment, I used every ounce of strength to hold her tightly and pull her back.
"Let go of me! Lin Yan, let me go!" She struggled and cried out, "He’s going to see that woman! I need to find out the truth!"
"Don’t go! It’s raining too hard!" I clung to her desperately, the rain blurring my vision and obscuring her face.
Just then—
A sickening metallic screech echoed above us!
I looked up sharply!
A massive billboard, like a giant bird with broken wings, came crashing down towards us, accompanied by shards of glass and metal supports!
In a split second!
I instinctively shoved Su Qing aside with all my might!
"Watch out—!"
A piercing scream.
Not mine.
It was Su Qing's.
Then came the intense pain!
Something sharp grazed across my left cheek!
Warm liquid surged out instantly, mixing with the cold rainwater and splattering across my face.
The world, in that moment, turned a blinding crimson.
...
Pain.
A pain that penetrated to the bone.
The smell of disinfectant filled my nostrils.
The white ceiling, the white sheets.
I moved my fingers, feeling a dense sensation of stitches on my left cheek.
"Yan Yan, are you awake?"
It was my mother's voice, hoarse and weary.
She sat by the bed, her eyes swollen, holding a stack of charred pieces of paper.
Were those... Dad's photos?
I struggled to sit up. "Mom... where's my sister?"
"Your sister is fine." My mother's voice was low, tinged with a suppressed despair. "She... she is going to Paris."
"Paris?" I was taken aback. "Isn't she..."
Isn't she supposed to be chasing Lu Chen Zhou?
My mother didn't answer; she simply tossed the half-burned photos into the trash can beside the bedside table.
The flames licked at the gentle smile of the man in the photos, quickly reducing it to ashes.
Just like the name "Lin Yan," it was about to be erased as well.
"Your father's things are of no use anymore," my mother said hollowly. "From now on, you will live well with Uncle Su."
A few days later, my stepfather, Su Mingcheng, arrived.
He was dressed in a neatly pressed suit, his hair meticulously styled, and wore a polite yet distant smile on his face.
He handed me a brand-new identification card.
In the photo, my face was wrapped in bandages.
The name section boldly displayed two characters: Su Yan.
"From now on, you are Su Yan," he stated as if announcing something trivial. "Forget about the name Lin Yan."
I stared at the identification card as if it were a strange monster.
"Why?" My voice was dry.
"Your sister is going to Paris to pursue her artistic dreams," Su Mingcheng avoided my gaze and looked out the window. "She can't be held back by these matters."
"What matters?"
"The Lu family..." He paused, seemingly choosing his words carefully. "That child, Lu Chen Zhou, has feelings for your sister... Anyway, your sister must leave."
"And what about you?" He finally looked at me, his expression complicated. "You will stay here."
"Why do I have to stay?"
"Because..." He sighed. "Mr. Lu specifically requested to sponsor your education. He... he thinks you and your sister look very much alike."
Look very much alike?
So, my sister goes off to pursue her dreams, while I, because of a similar face, am left behind to become some kind of substitute?
“Mr. Lu said he would take care of you,” Su Mingcheng's voice was soft yet carried an undeniable authority. “He will arrange your tuition, living expenses, everything you need in the future.”
Arrange everything...
Like organizing an object.
My heart sank slowly into a cold abyss.
It turned out that since that rainy night, my life had already been marked with a price and quietly transferred.
Becoming Su Qing's shadow—was Lu Chen Zhou’s way of rewarding me for “saving” his beloved? Or was it a punishment?
...
The tide of memories slowly receded.
The harsh white light of the bathroom refocused.
In the mirror, the scar at the corner of my left eye was clearly visible.
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