Chapter 1

My sister Jade is extremely appearance-obsessed.

She hates anyone ugly.

In my past life, she fell ill and desperately needed me to gain weight and donate bone marrow to save her.

So I ate my way to gaining 30 pounds without hesitation.

But after I saved her, she mocked me to her friends.

"Ava looks like a fat pig. She's disgusting!"

She even turned my photos into memes for people online to mock, which drove me to depression.

Until a murderer broke into the hospital.

I begged her for help, but she said coldly:

"Fat pig, being near you will just make me ugly too. You're on your own!"

And just like that, I died a brutal death.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my family demanded I gain weight to save Jade.

Looking at the frail girl in the hospital bed, I smiled and threw her words right back at her.

"No way! Aren't you appearance-obsessed? My bone marrow will only make you ugly. You're on your own."

"Ava, are you deaf?"

"Hurry up and gain weight to donate bone marrow to Jade! If anything happens to her, you're dead!"

My parents' sinister voices rang in my ears.

That's when I realized I'd been reborn.

In my past life.

To save Jade, I forced myself to gain thirty pounds, transforming from a slender girl into a bloated mess.

But instead of gratitude, I got her and her friends' relentless mockery.

She even deliberately led the murderer to my hospital room.

"Ava, you're so ugly and fat. You living just disgusts me. You might as well just die!"

After saying this, the girl hid in the corner.

She watched coldly as the murderer stabbed me to death.

After I died, not one of them shed a tear. Instead, they cursed me for being unlucky.

Thinking of all this.

Rage surged through me, suffocating me!

Coming back to my senses, I met my parents' hypocritical eyes and smiled.

"Mom, Dad, Jade is appearance-obsessed. She hates anything ugly. If you make me donate bone marrow, do you want her to become as ugly as me?"

My mother, Rachel, froze for several seconds before shouting:

"Appearance-obsessed? Ava, what nonsense are you making up!"

"Jade is your real sister! Can you really bear to watch her die? You selfish, ungrateful brat! I raised you for nothing!"

My father, David, also turned red with anger, grabbing my hair and ordering:

"Jade is our precious daughter. You have to save her!"

I shook off David's hand.

And asked bitterly:

"She's your precious daughter? Then what am I?"

The last bit of warmth in my heart was extinguished like a candle in cold rain.

After all, their favoritism toward my sister wasn't new.

Those painful memories from even further back suddenly flooded my mind.

When I was little, I constantly suffered from constipation. My face would turn red from straining.

My parents never bought me laxatives from the pharmacy.

Instead, they caught slippery eels to use as a folk remedy.

I felt sick to my stomach on the spot, but she just sneered with her hands on her hips:

"Stop being so dramatic! Folk remedies work, and they save money!"

But whenever my sister coughed twice, they'd immediately take her to see a doctor.

Every winter, when the cotton needed picking from our fields.

My parents gave my sister a warm cotton coat.

But they tossed me a thin shirt and made me work in the fields.

Jade had it so good. She never had to do any dirty or exhausting work.

I closed my eyes slightly, forcing the tears back, and asked through gritted teeth:

"Mom, Dad, why do I, your daughter, have to hide in the gutter like a thief, stealing glimpses of the love you give Jade?"

My parents' faces turned red and white.

They said something that absolutely broke my heart.

"Because Jade is younger and has a sweet face, while you have that birthmark on your face that's disgusting to look at!"

"No one will ever like you!"

I laughed.

This time, I finally laughed until tears came out.

So this whole family had been influenced by my sister and become appearance-obsessed too!

If that's the case, I don't need to care about family ties anymore!

Just as the atmosphere reached its freezing point.

Jade, lying in the hospital bed, spoke up.

"Dad, Mom, stop forcing her."

My parents paused, looking at her in confusion:

"What's wrong with you? She can save your life!"