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On her seventeenth birthday, Fu Zhou’s father, Fu Li, brought her a gift. He claimed it was something she had wanted since she was a child: An older sister.
Fu Zhou stared blankly at the door. A young girl stood just a short distance away, bathed in a layer of hazy sunlight. She was slender and elegant, with pale skin and a pair of light-colored eyes that seemed to hold the lingering chill of unthawed spring snow.
Fu Zhou gave a faint smile: “Get lost.
Fu Zhou decided that her titular sister who shared neither her bloodline nor her household registration was a bit mentally unstable.
The girl didn’t catch the couples making out in public, but she caught Fu Zhou in the middle of a one-sided crush. She didn’t catch the students playing on their phones during class, but she caught Fu Zhou starting a self-heating hotpot five minutes before the bell.
After being targeted for the hundredth time, Fu Zhou finally snapped. She cornered the girl in her room, fuming. “Seriously, what is your problem? I haven’t even complained about you stealing my inheritance, yet you bully me at school every single day.”
Chu Xiyu swept a cold, detached gaze over her, though a hidden warmth flickered in the depths of her eyes. “I don’t want the inheritance. I am your seventeen-year-old gift.
Chu Xiyu was jealous of Fu Zhou. She envied how Fu Zhou was loved and how she knew how to love others. Using her identity as a shield, she lured Fu Zhou in layer by layer, only to pull away the moment the girl fell deep into the trap.
On the night she rejected Fu Zhou, she was pinned against the door by the younger girl. A scorching breath hit the side of her delicate neck, sending shivers through her body.
She heard the girl’s cold, somber voice: “Sister, didn’t you say you’d never leave me?”
The darkness is realized, and the love hidden beneath jealousy begins to grow wild.
It was only then that Chu Xiyu realized she never truly understood the hidden pain beneath Fu Zhou’s exterior. By the time she noticed, the girl had already retracted the tentacles she once cautiously extended. Fu Zhou smiled as brightly as the sun, a smile so radiant it tore Chu Xiyu’s heart apart.
One-sentence Summary: I am your seventeenth birthday gift.
Message: Treasuring our younger years.