Summary
In my past life, I fought with stray dogs for food, and then, after stealing a bite, I was kicked to death.
When I opened my eyes again, I had become the long-lost true daughter of a wealthy family.
The fake daughter, with malice in her eyes, humiliated me:
“You’re just an unwanted street child. Don’t even think about stealing Mom and Dad’s affection.”
No one had ever spoken to me so closely before. I smiled at her happily, genuinely praising, “Your voice is so nice to listen to.”
When I was framed and about to be slapped by my biological mother, I wore a look of ecstasy:
“Mom’s hands smell so nice; even the breeze from her slap is lovely.”
My brother made me drink the milk he hated, and I was filled with emotion: “It feels so good to be looked after by my brother.”
Later, seeing me being bullied, kneeling and trembling on the ground, my whole family panicked.