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.

Daisy put "Social Psychology" on the table.

"We haven't even graduated yet, and you're sure I can become a psychological counselor?"

Looking into her clear bright eyes, my heart ached.

In my previous life, my bad temper hurt many people.

Criticized by everyone and even myself, I wanted to leave this world.

I was going to say goodbye to Daisy.

That night, she lay on the lawn while we were out looking at the stars.

"You feel pain. That means you are not him."

"He refused to admit that he had a problem, which is why he killed people and fell into eternal damnation. But you question your feelings."

"You are just sick and need a doctor's help."

She comforted me, and what was left of the murderer was like a wild cat being tamed by the gentle Daisy.

I asked her why she liked this line of work.

Her eyes were shining, bright as the stars in the sky.

"Any ignorant people, no matter how healthy and strong they are, can only serve as meaningless spectators. It is not necessary to regard it as misfortune if they are sick or die."

"The most important thing is to change their spirit..."

"Those are my beliefs."

"It is more important to save a person's soul than to save his life.”

I didn't know then, that her bright eyes would turn into dark scarlet after a few years.

Daisy was lured to the suburbs, raped and murdered.

Her beautiful eyes were gone with her.

After seeing her body, the beast in my heart went berserk.

I disguised myself as an innocent college girl and lured the murderer into a trap.

The day came.

I was like a butcher cutting up an ox, my knife deftly slicing through him.

He had cuts all over his body.

It took three days for him to bleed to death.

The day the police arrived, I was covered in stab wounds.

I thought I was going to be shot or locked up for life.

But I was surprised when I woke up.

The criminal I killed raped and murdered many victims.

Thousands of people wrote me love letters.

I became a heroine overnight.

I came to see Daisy today just because I missed her.

This time round, I knew better.

I wanted to protect her.

I met her gaze and said, "I'm sure you will become whoever you want to be."

I told her about the abnormalities Sue had after her heart transplant.

Daisy was very worried.

"She always loves to fight with you. From what you said, she's pretty dangerous."

"Why don't you move out and come live with me?"

I really couldn't stand living at home anymore.

But to my surprise, as soon as I got home, trouble was waiting.