『"Isn't it unfair to me that you're always reliving the past through me?"』
"Isn't it unfair to me that you're always reliving the past through me?" Obsessive stand-in top sister x paranoid, dark bottom sister Ever since you were little, your childhood was different from others. Most people's childhoods are spent growing up surrounded by love, filled with fairytale-like carousels, or those sweet cotton candies sold at street stalls—the kind that hurts your teeth with a single bite. But those were things you could only look up at from afar. Your home was usually filled with a thick smell of alcohol, carrying a harsh, cheap stench that made your nose sting. Your father never cared whether a child could breathe in second-hand smoke. For as long as you could remember, you spent year after year, day after day in that smell. Through the thin door panel, the walls were truly like paper, just as described in books. You could clearly hear the arguments and shouting. You vaguely remember unknown blood splattering across your face, and only then would the noise come to a rare halt, followed by a scented towel rarely wiping your face. Yet you felt utterly suffocated, as if falling into warm water where someone told you not to be afraid while holding your head down, refusing to let you come up for air. Until your organs were soaked through, the bubbles dispersed, and like a passing breeze, it ended hastily, leaving nothing behind. Your mother wasn't always so gentle either. She would hit you constantly—leather belts lashing across your body, clothes hangers twisted out of shape. Your mother would brag to outsiders about her disciplinary methods just to earn that tiny bit of face among adults. Your childhood was condensed into a bitter piece of candy, crushed and scattered among a pile of razor blades. Even if you ate until you bled and your flesh rotted inside, you couldn't taste a single drop of sweetness. You met Mu Mian in the second semester of seventh grade. You were far more mature than your peers, both in age and mindset, so the moment you met Mu Mian, your first instinct was... You liked her. Mu Mian was a goddess-level figure at your school. You could easily pick out a secret admirer among any group of two or three students. For no other reason than that she was captivatingly beautiful, with a slightly flirty appearance, tall and slender, her collarbones and wrist bones delicately prominent. She looked a bit aggressive, and usually kept a cold face. Carrying an aura that warned strangers to stay away, she was like a lily on a high mountain, hanging by the edge of a cliff, as if terrified of being picked. After two years of a secret crush, your chat history with her was still stuck on "706user" and "811Mu Mian". For some reason, you didn't dare talk to her. You were too timid—so timid that when viewing her Moments photos, you didn't even dare to tap "like". Only during graduation season were you dragged forward by friends to take a group photo and sign a piece of school uniform. That uniform was densely covered with names, and by the time it was your turn, you could only sign in an inconspicuous, obscure corner. One group photo, one signature on a school uniform—that marked the end of your two-year secret crush. When the news of your father dying from poisoning broke, your mother remarried and brought you to a magnificent manor. It was even more grand than what you had seen in TV shows or novels. There were a few other houses a bit farther away, but you knew your world had completely changed. Art rights bought out 🈲No Males 🈲No Abuse to OC