The day my twin sister received an invitation to study abroad, my mother personally tore my Crestwood College admission letter into pieces.

Just because when we were six years old, my father decided to heavily invest in cultivating a successful daughter to bring honor to the family.

The other daughter was to be raised casually, marry early, and demand a hefty dowry for their old age.

The partial mother proposed a draw, saying our choices were all up to fate.

My sister held the pre-selected sign in her hand, pretending to let me draw first.

They talked about fairness while giving all their favoritism to my sister.

All that was left for me was neglect and beatings, and endless brainwashing about womanly virtues.

Unfortunately, my life is up to me, not fate, and I will have everything I want.

Ten years later, my father, looking at my sister who was self-destructive and pregnant before marriage, cried and begged me to do well in the college entrance examination.

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"Lana, Eva, come here and draw a sign."

My mother held two slips of paper in her hand, kindly signaling for my sister and me to pick one from her hand.

I was actually reborn on the day we drew lots at six years old.

In my previous life, I didn't know that these two small pieces of paper predicted two completely opposite lives.

My sister had just come back from outside, half of her bun was loose, and her princess dress was dirty with mud all over her hands.

"Lana, your mother just combed your hair and you messed it up again. You're still like a little madwoman at your age, without half of your sister's ladylike demeanor."

My father frowned and dragged my sister into the bathroom to wash her hands.

I straightened my crumpled T-shirt, closed the nearly worn-out "To Live" in my hand, and asked curiously, "Mom, what kind of sign is this, and why do we have to draw it?"

My mother's eyes were mixed with pity, and her words were somewhat evasive, "You don't need to worry about these, just draw any sign."

My sister, swinging her freshly washed little hands, smiled cutely, "My sister is older than me. Let's respect the order of age. Let my sister draw first."

This scene was familiar, it was the same in my previous life, my sister let me draw first.

I thought it was just a little game.

I chose the left one by feeling, and it was a simple drawing of a house.

My sister naturally took the right slip of paper, which had a symbol of money.

The house in the drawing was not luxurious but a cage.

I was trapped in it, unable to escape for the rest of my life.

First, my place in the youth class was replaced by my sister.

Then I was violated by the school bullies and got pregnant.

My sister told on me and exposed my pregnancy.

I was deprived of the right to go to college, confined at home preparing for marriage.

The money in the drawing was not a simple symbol but real gold and silver.

In order to cultivate my sister into a talent, my parents created the best learning conditions for her.

First, they tried their best to send her to the youth class.

After she failed too many subjects and was expelled from the youth class.

She was sent to the best high school in the city.

She barely managed to get into a junior college in the college entrance examination.

For the sake of face, they spent 500,000 to buy a "ticket" for studying abroad for my sister.

The day my sister went abroad, I accidentally overheard my parents chatting.

It turned out that when we were six years old, my father made a decision.

Heavily cultivate a successful daughter to bring honor to the family.

The other one was raised casually, married early, and demanded a hefty dowry for their old age.

They wanted both face and substance.

It was my mother who proposed that we draw lots.

Because it was fair this way.

Now, there are two slips of paper in front of me again.

I clearly know the result of choosing the left one.

I hesitated, I wanted to fulfill those regrets in this life, but I couldn't bear to let my sister experience my previous life.

Facing my parents' urgent urging and my sister's expectant eyes, I hesitated to speak.

"We should respect the old and love the young, right? Let my sister choose first."

In the previous life, I had been first, in this life, she should be first, no matter what my sister chose, it was all fair.

My sister's chubby finger slid from left to right, my heart trembled with her fingers.

She pointed at the one on the left, giggling. "I want the one on the left."

My fingers trembled as I opened the other note, inside was a familiar sketch of a house.

My whole body froze, the note floated to the ground.

In a daze, I saw that on the crumpled paper in my sister's hand was a simple line drawing of a "$".

Dad sighed with a hint of regret, murmuring, "It's all fate."

Everything was no different from the previous life.

Just that on the back of my sister's note, there were some faint yellow mud spots.

There was no fairness, only mother's favoritism.

She quietly let my sister choose first, and drew another note hidden in her pocket.

No matter if I chose left or right, they were the options my sister didn't want.

In my previous life, I received an admission notice from Crestwood College.

My mom said that I was lucky to get into Crestwood College, and if I went, I wouldn't graduate, it would be better to get married and have children early.

I took out my report card that had been first in the grade for three years in a row.

She changed her tune and said that the school was too far away and I couldn't live independently away from home.

But I was very handy, often taking care of their three meals a day, and keeping the house tidy.

I listed various evidences, but she still wouldn't let me go to Crestwood College.

When she was not there, my dad gave me ten thousand dollars and told me to buy my own train ticket to school.

Who could have thought that my mom was extreme enough to tear up my admission notice.

It was all because my sister received an offer from a university in the UK that day.

In order to completely ruin my hope of going to university, she gave my parents the pregnancy test stick I had hidden under my bed.

I knelt down and explained to them that this was the result of a thug forcing himself on me.

But as women, they had no pity or sympathy for the same sex.

They scolded me for being shameless, saying that I should have dropped out of school early and stayed at home to learn to do laundry and cook.

My dad finally spoke, his face with fresh slap marks and scratch marks, showing my mom's madness.

"Eva, you have to get that ten thousand dollars back. Your sister's tuition is not enough for a year, our family can't afford two college students at the same time."

After sweeping up the debris on the floor, my mom framed my sister's offer and hung it on the wall.

She never stopped talking.

"Even if you weren't pregnant, as a sister, you should give in to your sister. Studying abroad can make our family proud. After we marry you off, half of the dowry will be given to your sister for living expenses, and half to us for retirement."

My dreams and future were shattered in the trash can.

The shame and stain of my life was in my belly.

I couldn't accept it and chose to jump.

Before the pain of my shattered bones took my consciousness away, I returned to the starting point of everything.

Since the draw, Dad's attitude towards us was noticeably different.

Especially when we started junior high, he enrolled my sister in a bunch of extracurricular tutoring classes, from dance to calligraphy, from vocal music to art.

My sister, used to being lazy, didn't want to do anything other than play.

"I've paid the deposit, if you don't want to go, I can only ask your sister..."

The deposit couldn't be refunded, from my dad's tone, he was planning to let me go.

I was about to agree immediately, but my sister changed her face.

"No! I'll go, my sister only likes to read, she doesn't like these things."

My mom also echoed, "Lana, we all agreed at the time, once you start, you have to stick with it, you can't quit halfway."

I also liked those classes.

But no one asked me, they icily ignored my existence.

"Slam", I closed the book in my hand.

"Mom and Dad, the junior class exam is about to start, my math score is not good enough, I also want to sign up for a tutoring class."

"Why did you sign up for the junior class on your own, we don't have any spare money at home, we bought you so many books, you learn on your own." My mom was emotional and screamed.

"The notes I bought with my saved money were sold by you as waste paper, can't I use the money you used to buy these garbage to exchange for a few tutoring sessions?"

I pointed to the comics and romance novels on the bookshelf and questioned her, among the books were feudal literature about women needing to be "foolishly filial" and "obeying the three obediences and four virtues".

At the critical stage of the middle school entrance examination, I rushed home after school to organize my notes, only to find that all the paper materials related to my studies in my room were gone.

My mother was showing off the new book she bought for me.

I had wanted a set of famous teacher question bank for a long time, and I thought this was a surprise from my mother.

"Eva, I heard that girls like to read comics and novels, so I specifically went to the bookstore." She said with a tone of pride.

What I wanted to read were masterpieces of all ages, and brilliant ancient books.

Not the literature of poor quality, full of blurred fonts and rubbish thoughts.

All the books and notes in my bookcase were sold by my mother to the waste collector.

Only to get a hundred dollars.

"My sister spends so much money on so many classes, and you don't feel distressed. Can't I even take a few math classes?"

I compared myself with my sister, hoping to get more investment from them.

"I work during the day to earn money, and when I come home, I have to serve you ancestors. It's good enough to support your studies, but you're still unsatisfied."

My mother started to shout hoarsely, complaining about the pain from bearing us to the hardship of today's work.

"Eva, go back to your room and read first. We'll talk about the cram school later." My dad smoothed things over and sent me back to my room, and only then did my mom calm down.

If I couldn't go to the cram school, I studied by myself.

At two in the morning, I was still burning the midnight oil.

I got up to read early before dawn at six.

At seven o'clock, I had to prepare breakfast for the whole family.

Otherwise, my mother wouldn't give me tuition.

Lack of sleep and physical exhaustion did a number on my body.

My period made me almost faint from anemia.

My father saw that I was studying too hard and secretly enrolled me in a cram school without telling my mother.

He warned me all the way. "Eva, you must never let your mother know."

Actually, my father still had a bit of love for me.

In my previous life, he was afraid that I would be malnourished, so he would put milk in my schoolbag.

Afraid that I wouldn't have enough money, he would put the change from buying groceries under my books.

I received the admission notice from Crestwood College, and he was the only one in the family who supported me.

But I knew he didn't really want me to continue my studies.

It was just that he was browsing on his phone that day and saw someone saying that college students get more betrothal gifts than high school students.

His cheap love ultimately did not outweigh his selfishness and ignorance.

My math scores improved rapidly through hard work and tutoring.

I successfully passed the preliminary screening of the youth class at Evergreen University.

As long as I passed the written test, I was directly sent to the university as a high-quality student source, saving two years of preparation time for the college entrance examination.

In my previous life, I chose this shortcut to get rid of my original family as soon as possible, and participated in the exam with full confidence.

The last name on the admission list was Lana's.

My sister became an excellent student and went to the youth class.

I ranked last, and my parents used my poor grades as an excuse to send me to a well-known garbage high school.

This time, I secretly registered without telling my parents.

By the time they found out, the registration deadline had passed.

Naturally, they didn't have the chance to pay to bribe the invigilator and exchange my and my sister's test papers.

After entering the examination room, I found a familiar figure sitting in my seat.

I remember the seat number on my admission ticket was 11.

"Sister, this is my seat, right?"

I was a bit strange, why would she appear in the examination room.

My sister took out her admission ticket and pointed it to me, "Sister, you're wrong, this is my seat."

She took my admission ticket and opened it. It said number 41.

The invigilator signaled me, number 41 was in the corner of the examination room.

In my previous life, I also completed the exam in that corner.

I was a bit strange when I got my admission ticket, why was the seat number different from my previous life?

Suddenly I remembered, I had the electronic version of the admission ticket stored in my phone.

The paper clearly showed my seat number as 11.

I understood immediately.

My parents from my past life knew I had enrolled in the youth class.

They immediately signed up my sister as well.

Dad printed our admission tickets in advance.

In this life, it was also my dad who printed my admission ticket.

He switched our seat numbers, planning to let my sister replace me in the youth class.

I just didn't know why my sister could still sign up after the deadline, and even passed the initial screening.

I signaled the proctor.

A female teacher came over.

I showed her the admission ticket I downloaded from the official website.

Her expression was a bit awkward, and she compared the examination list with her finger for a long time.

Until another male proctor came over.

He was a bit puzzled. "The exam is about to start. Do you have any problems?"

"Ah, it's okay. Two students got their seat numbers wrong, just switch them."

She signaled me and my sister to exchange seats.

My sister reluctantly came over, glared at me, and threw her pencil case on the table.

I had practiced all the questions on the paper, so it was easy for me to answer.

Just as I was writing smoothly.

The female teacher suddenly appeared behind me.

She pulled out a small piece of white paper from my drawer.

The paper was filled with formulas.

"Eva, you have a cheat sheet, which is suspected of cheating. According to the exam management regulations, your exam score will be counted as zero."

As she spoke, she took out a red pen, intending to mark zero on my test paper.

The other male teacher was also preparing to ask me to leave the examination room.

I saw my sister smiling triumphantly at me, waving her admission ticket in a provocative manner.