My younger sister and I were both having heart transplants, and there were two hearts for us to choose from.

She chose the red heart of a young philanthropist and gave me the black heart of a serial killer.

Later, she became a well-known philanthropist, but she fell into disrepute overnight and was condemned by everyone.

I developed a bad temper and lived a life of hiding. After killing a rapist and murderer, I became the focus of everyone's attention and was worshipped like a god by netizens.

My sister couldn't stand it, so she disguised as a reporter to interview me privately, only to burn down the interview room.

When I opened my eyes, I was back to the day when I chose my heart.

This time, my sister couldn't wait to choose the murderer's black heart, and she couldn't be more pleased with herself.

"Going from hell to heaven is better than the other way round, am I right?"

I sneered.

Without a moral compass, no heart could help her.

She had no idea.

Hell was waiting for her.

***

"This one is too red and ugly. I want the other one."

In a daze, I saw my sister pouting her purple lips, demanding my parents.

My stepmother glanced at me and whispered something in her ear.

Looking at the two hearts, one black and one red, beating rhythmically in the preservation fluid, I suddenly realized that I had been reborn.

"No, I want the black one."

My sister Sue swung her arms, her breathing getting a little rapid.

My father quickly brought her into his arms.

"Okay, okay, Sue, you can have whichever one want."

"Is that right, Kate?"

His gaze shot at me like a sharp arrow.

I had no interest at all in that black heart this time.

Before I could even say "OK", he was pulled aside by my stepmother.

July was hesitant, speaking only after glancing at her daughter.

"Honey... that black thing is the heart of a serial killer. Sue's just a child, we shouldn't give it to her."

I sneered.

So she was the little one?

I was only one year older than her.

My father was busy with work and had no idea where the hearts came from.

After learning about the previous owners of the two hearts, he was stunned.

After a moment, he avoided my gaze.

He lit a cigarette and stood by the window.

He was a spectator now.

Sure enough, July usually treated me as her own daughter in front of him.

How could she be a vicious stepmother?

It was understandable she was putting her own daughter first in this situation.

I shouldn't say anything. They had each other every time.

I would be the one in the wrong.

But I didn't get it. Wasn't Sue very pleased with the red heart last time?

What was happening?

Was she also reborn?

Seeing July about to make a decision for her, Sue put on her coat and stood up with difficulty.

"I want that black heart, otherwise I won't do this surgery."

Perhaps because she was too emotional, her legs went limp and she fell to the ground.

July was terrified.

The room was in chaos for a while.

Dr. Johnson, who had been waiting nearby, was so anxious that he almost fell to his knees.

"Could you please stop being picky?"

"We were lucky to get these two hearts."

"They can only be preserved for six hours at most. Adding the time required for open-heart surgery, it will soon be too late."

He was right.

It was not easy to find two hearts for transplantation at the same time.

But there was something he didn't know.

The owners of these two hearts had completely different personalities.

After the transplant, our personalities would change drastically.

"I don't care, I don't care, I just want the black one!"

Sue burst into tears, looking ready to take her own life if she couldn't get what she wanted.

My dad looked at his watch and put out his cigarette.

"July, respect her choice, we're running out of time."

My stepmother agreed reluctantly.

Before entering the operating room, Sue looked at me with misty eyes.

"Going from hell to heaven is better than the other way round, am I right?"

She thought she was the only one who was reborn.

She thought I didn't understand what she meant.

But I was laughing in secret.

Of course she was right.

But without a moral compass, no heart could help her.

She had no idea.

Hell was waiting for her, waving.

The sun was blinding.

I was woken up by the noise of construction downstairs.

The nurse came in to give me an injection.

She said everything was fine with Sue.

Our parents were in her room.

I smiled and said nothing.

I was used to it anyway.

Maybe she was an intern, because she didn't get the needle into the vein for the third time.

The young nurse's face turned pale and she apologized to me while wiping the sweat off her face.

"It's okay, just take your time."

I was shocked by the soothing words I said subconsciously.

My mind came back to my previous life.

I went to the clinic that day because I had a fever.

The nurse was clumsy, so I stuck the needle into her hand.

Right now, the inner peace made me feel so happy.

Just then, there was a sudden sound of hurried rolling wheels and a flurry of discussions outside the door.

"Have you heard? The girl in room 302 almost strangled her mother to death."

"The one who just had a heart transplant?"

"Yes, as soon as she opened her eyes, she thought the construction downstairs was too noisy, so she pulled out all the tubes on her body, ready to go downstairs to kill them. When her mother tried to stop her, she..."

"She was such a delicate girl, how did she become so violent?"

...

Looked like the evil heart made my sister a lot bolder.

My stepmother always compared herself to my deceased mother.

She couldn't stand Sue losing to me in any way.

Sue had been under her control for so many years.

Now that she had a heart transplant, July's words triggered a fury.

...

My stepmother was fine, except that her neck was blue for several days.

Seeing that both of us had recovered well, Dr. Johnson said we could go home, only to come back to remove the stitches in two months.

When we were leaving, Sue's headphone wire got tangled.

With a gloomy face, she pulled it hard.

The wire broke.

She threw it into the trash can with a satisfied look on her face.

My stepmother was folding clothes when she saw that, which stopped her.

My dad thought she was about to lose her temper, so he tried to calm her down.

"She's sick and is having a bad temper. Dr. Johnson says it'll improve."

My stepmother stared at me as I was quietly packing my clothes, and her voice was very soft.

"I hope so."

She was not getting mad.

In her eyes, there was clearly a hint of... fear.

The sky was blue and it was breezy.

Sue and July got into the car first.

Dad wanted to help me get into the back seat.

The passenger door suddenly swung open.

It was so forceful that it hit my dad's head.

His head started bleeding instantly.

Sue was half lying on the chair, crossing her legs and chewing gum.

She sat up excitedly when she saw the blood, but still looked disdainful.

"I say, old man, there's not enough room in here for the bitch, let her walk back."

Sue always called him that earlier.

It was just behind his back.

My dad was dumbfounded to hear that.

He couldn't believe what came out of this 20-year-old girl's mouth.

He pointed at Sue and trembled with anger.

July thought it was me who got knocked and didn't move.

When she realized it was my dad, she quickly get off the car.

When she saw his face was covered in blood, she turned around, ready to scold Sue.

But the passenger door slammed shut.

Sue grinned and moved to the driver's seat.

The accelerator was stepped all the way down, and the car sped away.

They both looked at the car speeding away.

They opened their mouths, but no words came out.

Who could blame them?

Sue hadn't even passed the driving test.

I was impressed.

The heart suited her quite well.

July was worried about Sue, but she couldn't abandon my father who was bleeding profusely.

She hesitated for a moment, then decided to help my dad back to the hospital.

"I'll leave my dad to you then. My classmate will come to pick me up later. I won't come with you."

I watched as the two of them walked away.

I hailed a taxi and went straight to my friend's house.

After having a heart transplant in my previous life, I found it difficult to control my emotions.

I was living in hiding.

Later, I had a high fever and had no choice but to go to the hospital.

After I stabbed the nurse that day, the matter was never resolved.

But after I went back, there was always a voice whispering over and over in my mind.

It told me over and over again, that this was not right.

No one understood my torment.

How torturous it was, when one's brain and one's heart were at odds with each other.

Fortunately, my friend Daisy, a psychological counselor, was there to guide and comfort me.