The Fake Heiress Called Me Sister
Language: en
I heard that the real heiress, lost for many years, had been found and brought home. I immediately flew back to the country. The car had barely stopped when she rushed over and grabbed my hand with great enthusiasm. "So you're my sister? Your skin is so nice. I can tell you've never suffered, unlike me—I've endured every hardship imaginable in the countryside." I didn't quite understand what was happening. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand and yanked it toward herself, then fell to the ground. She cried out, pointing at me: "You... why did you push me? If you don't welcome me, I'll leave…