When I was fifteen, I lent my rabbit’s foot luck to Shawn Crawford.

Half a year later, his wealthy parents found him and came to the orphanage to take him home.

When I was eighteen, I stopped him from getting involved with the school belle who bullied me. Later, the girl died on the spot in a car accident.

Shawn blamed her death entirely on me.

He prevented me from taking the college entrance examination and ruined my life.

Forced into wandering homelessly, Shawn still refused to spare me.

He sealed me inside a coffin and buried me alive.

When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn to when I was eighteen years old.

This time, I would reclaim what was mine, my rabbit’s foot luck.

“So hungry,” I muttered, eyes glazed over, unfocused.

People streamed back and forth along the street, but passersby all gave me disgusted looks and veered around me.

Ignoring their strange stares, I spotted a trash bin ahead.

Stumbling toward it, I struggled to bend over and buried my upper body inside the bin to rummage through it. I got lucky this time.

I found a portion of spoiled leftover pasta, glistening with a translucent green liquid on top. Without hesitation, I shoved it into my mouth.

I had gone without food for three days, but the rancid pasta was hard to swallow. After only a few seconds, I couldn’t hold it down and vomited everything out.

My stomach growled loudly and my eyes suddenly stung. I gripped the trash bin tightly as my throat choked up, but the tears in my eyes seemed to have completely dried out.

Not a single tear would fall.

All that came was a hoarse, unpleasant whimper.

I longed for a single bite of al dente pasta, but for someone like me now, even that was unbearably difficult.

“Starving?”

Shawn Crawford stood behind me, his cold voice tinged with mockery.

I sniffled and refused to look up. Neither did I have the strength to lift my head as I leaned my entire body against the trash bin.

Annoyed that I had disturbed their feeding, the flies now buzzed around my face.

“What game are you trying to play this time?” I asked weakly.

Ever since the school belle, Summer Manning, died, Shawn had been scheming to make my adoptive parents lose all faith in me, destroying my reputation and turning me into a pariah.

The entire city blacklisted me; no restaurants would serve me and no companies dared to hire me.

Shawn toyed with me slowly this way. When I was nearly starving to death, he’d propose a game.

Only when he was amused would he grant me a sandwich or a bowl of pasta, both plain.

He once ordered me to livestream myself scrubbing every public restroom in the city and rewarded me with two sandwiches.

He chained my neck, parading me through the streets for the crowd to gawk at, and even letting them ride on my back. It was all for a single bowl of plain pasta.

…

Sneering coldly, he ordered his bodyguards behind him to carry me away.

They roughly hoisted me by the wrists and dragged me away toward a van parked nearby.

The searing pain from my feet scraping the ground had me bite down hard on my lower lip, drawing blood.

Shawn watched with a cold glare, ignoring the trail of blood I left behind.

Bystanders pointed and whispered, none daring to intervene. Who would provoke the unpredictable young master?

The last person who tried to help me was still lying in the hospital with both hands shattered; his bones crushed and fingers broken apart.

So, I no longer hoped for anyone to save me for fear of anyone getting hurt for my sake.

I stared blankly at Shawn who was standing in the sunlight. He was no longer the big brother whose eyes had once been filled with only me.

No longer the boy who, back when the orphanage director pinched pennies and refused to let us eat our fill, would sneak into the kitchen by jumping through a window to steal a few ham sandwiches for me when my stomach growled.

Still vivid in my mind was us, crouching in a corner with red eyes, devouring those ham sandwiches ravenously.

“You’re a piggy or what, eating so fast,” Shawn said gently as he stroked my head.

Back then, I wasn’t crying because I was hungry.

Rather, it was because he had been caught by the orphanage director stealing ham sandwiches, and the director beat him mercilessly with a wooden stick.

He clutched the ham sandwiches tightly to his chest, and when he handed them to me, his whole body was covered in bruises.

There were several bloody scratches on his gaunt face, yet his eyes shone brightly as he smiled and urged me to eat quickly.

“You’re hopeless, aren’t you? I’ll have to earn a fortune someday just to support you,” Shawn said with little thought and much carefreeness.

Tears streamed uncontrollably down my cheeks as I lowered my head further.

It was the first time anyone had ever been so kind to me.

I was really moved.

Therefore, back then, I lent him my rabbit’s foot luck. He could then steal ham sandwiches without getting caught by the director.

From then on, everything was smooth sailing for him. Even the director began to treat him kindly.

As for me, I never went hungry again. Whenever Shawn got something good, he would always think of me first.

A sharp pain in my stomach yanked me back to reality.

I was thrown into a van, and Shawn vanished from my sight.

When I awoke, I found myself inside a cramped space.

Shivers ran down my spine as a thought struck me.

My body went numb, as if someone had plugged live wires directly into me.

“Let me out! Let me out!”

I suffered from claustrophobia, something that Shawn knew.

My heart clenched as tears welled up in my nearly dry eyes and my pulse quickened.

A deep sense of unease washed over me. I kept screaming for help, but gradually, I felt my breathing grow labored.

A small speaker inside the space crackled.

“This is what you deserve, Snow Crawford. If it weren’t for you, Summer wouldn’t have died.”

I couldn’t hear what Shawn said afterward as my consciousness began to fade.

I was the one who saved Summer Manning.

You were the one who killed her.

Why was I the one suffering?

…

“Hey, dummy. Did you not hear what I said?”

A haughty female voice rang in my ear.

My mind thundered. The claustrophobic terror hadn’t yet faded when Shawn’s expressionless face came into view.

I thought this was the afterlife.

A wave of intense grievance surged within me. I swung my arm in a full arc and slapped Shawn hard across the face.

He stared wide-eyed at me, clearly not having processed what had happened.

After letting out a startled cry, Summer, who had spoken earlier, rushed forward and shoved me to the ground.

“Are you crazy? You don’t even respond when I talk to you, and now you hit Shawn? Have you gone mad?”

Summer gently touched Shawn’s swollen cheek with concern.

“Shawn, I told you so. Your little sister here is problematic, but you wouldn’t believe me. Now she’s even hitting you.”

Perhaps still unsatisfied, she glared at me with fury and lunged for another kick, which I dodged.

“You dare dodge?”

Seconds later, Summer’s screams filled the air. Like a rabid tigress, I pounced on her, grabbed her hair, and yanked it viciously.

Strands of hair floated to the ground. My eyes were brimming with tears of hurt and rage, yet my hands grew more brutal with each tug.

It was you, damned woman. You made my life a living hell.

It was all you. All of it, you.

By the time Shawn reacted, I had already beaten Summer down onto the ground.

Only then did some emotions return to his face.

He shoved me aside angrily and carefully lifted Summer into his arms.

I saw clearly. Both his hands were trembling.

I frowned. Only then did I notice the stinging pain in my hand.

It finally dawned on me that I had been reborn, returning to the time when Summer and Shawn were secretly flirting with each other.

Looking at the two of them, I slowly curved my lips into a smile. My fingernails dug into my palm until my flesh tore and blood seeped out, yet I felt nothing at all.

…

Summer, an heiress, was struck in broad daylight by me, an adopted daughter of the Crawfords.

The school didn’t dare suppress the incident. Both families were summoned.

“Mom, it was her,” Summer said as she clutched an ice pack and pointed at me with eyes full of hatred.

“She hit Shawn and me. Someone with such rotten character shouldn’t be allowed to stay in this school.”

Eleni Manning was dressed in a business suit. I remembered her as a career woman, decisive and ruthless through and through. She was also a shareholder of the school.

Seeing her daughter covered in bruises with torn patches of scalp where hair had been ripped by me, her expression was terrifyingly calm.

Shawn stepped forward and bowed sincerely to Eleni.

“Mrs. Manning, I’ve failed to keep my sister in check and caused your daughter harm.”

He then turned to me, pressing down on my neck and forcing me to apologize to Summer.

I resisted, refusing to give him what he wanted.

In my previous life, the first time I caught them sneaking around under the tree, I merely went up with a harsh tone.

Summer, however, retaliated with brutal force, sending me to the hospital. The school responded with nothing more than a fruit basket and a bouquet before quietly sweeping everything under the rug.

I seethed with anger, but Shawn pinned me down and said, “Don’t provoke Summer again. She’s a rich young lady, and we can’t afford to cross her. It's better to save trouble.”

Trusting Shawn wholeheartedly back then, I held back after hearing his words.

Until I stumbled upon them meeting secretly again.

Summer asked Shawn if he felt bad about his sister being beaten. His heavy breathing turned icy as he said, “Why bring her up? She’s nothing but a tag-along lapdog.”

That night, my tears wouldn’t stop.

Summer’s revenge grew increasingly vicious. After lending my luck to Shawn, my own fortune went down the drain.

I kept bumping into Summer at every corner. When I returned home trembling after being bullied, Shawn would look at me in disgust.

“How many times have I told you? Why do you keep provoking Summie?

“You deserve it, getting hurt like this.”

Shawn was a changed person after meeting Summer. He was no longer the big brother I trusted, the one who’d sneak me ham sandwiches.

Seeing that I refused to apologize, Shawn grew furious and tightened his grip.

“Apologize.”

Shawn's mother, Miranda Crawford, who had been silent, couldn’t stand it and finally stepped in to reason with him.

I flicked Shawn’s hand off my neck and even wiped the spot where he had touched me with a tissue, as if disgusted.

Shawn’s expression darkened.

I sneered coldly, “I made a mistake, but isn’t she at fault too? Why should I be the only one apologizing?

“I saw Shawn pinned against a tree by a girl and thought he was being bullied. Who knew both of them were…”

I stopped mid-sentence.

Everyone’s expression shifted.

Summer tried to stop me from continuing. “Snow Crawford, what nonsense are you spouting?”

I told the rest of the story anyway.

“I didn’t know they were making out. I thought my brother was being bullied, and I wanted to step in to help. Little did I know I had ruined their moment. Summer rushed over and hit me, pushed me to the ground, and hurled insults at me. If you don’t believe me, check the surveillance footage.”