After her death, her soul drifted into a dimension where she read a book and realized she was merely a supporting character in it—a mere pawn. The Ye family had adopted her solely to serve as a heart donor for the protagonist, Ye Chuxin, ensuring she could donate her heart should the heroine ever fall ill.
What’s even more dramatic is that shortly after her death, her biological father—the wealthiest man in China—came knocking. After being devastated by the news of his daughter’s accidental passing, he mistakenly believed she had died accidentally and donated her heart. Overwhelmed with grief, he poured all his paternal love onto Ye Chuxin, who possessed her heart; not only did he adopt her as his stepdaughter, but he also introduced her to his own son—the protagonist of this story.
The male protagonist developed a strong affection for the female protagonist, who possessed his sister’s heart, and naturally chose to be with her. They shared a sweet, devoted relationship, eventually getting engaged and married with support from both families. After marriage, they had twins and lived happily ever after.
After reading the latter half of the book from God’s perspective, Ye Chuyao was nearly driven to despair. No wonder her adoptive parents never praised her—even for the best deeds she performed; they had treated her like a dead person from the moment they adopted her and naturally couldn’t develop any emotional connection with someone destined to die as a heart donor.
The very purpose of this book was to prolong the protagonist’s life; even after her death, her father and her own brother remained entirely devoted to her… Was she content with this? No way! She thus made a deal with the “person” who had transported her to this space, taking the original storyline to various book worlds sharing similar characteristics with her own world to fill existing gaps. After surviving several lifetimes, that “person” released her back into her original world where she was reborn.
It now appears she has been transported back to the very beginning of her senior year in high school, when Ye Chuxin had not yet fallen ill or been hospitalized, and was participating alongside her in the military training program for the new class of Grade 12 students at Jinglan High School.
“Yao Yao, why aren’t you speaking? Is there something else that’s bothering you?” Seeing her friend sitting motionless on the bed like a wooden statue, without uttering a word or moving a muscle, Liu Qian nervously shook her hand and called out.
“I’m fine; I was just overwhelmed by the strong smell of medicine and felt a bit dizzy,” Ye Chuyao said as she regained her composure, picked up her water cup, and drank a few sips. Although the memory was distant, she still recalled that in her previous life during military training, she had indeed fainted from heatstroke, but she didn’t go to the medical room—she simply woke up, took some medicine, sat down to rest for a while, and then continued helping Ye Chuxin.
Jinglan Middle School is a renowned elite institution in the city, boasting top-tier faculty and educational standards. Its students are either children from wealthy families or outstanding high-achievers who have excelled in exams—with a significant number coming from affluent backgrounds.
The Ye family was wealthy and influential, so they naturally sent their daughters to the best schools. Ye Chuxin was enrolled at Jinglan Middle School, while Ye Chuyao benefited from this arrangement as well. Her elder sister had poor health and heart problems, requiring her constant care; thus, she was more suited for a domestic role than formal schooling—carrying water, serving meals, and carrying her schoolbag were all tasks she performed. This time, she collapsed due to extreme heat and exhaustion.
“Huoxiang Zhengqi Water has such a strong flavor that it should naturally be consumed with water,” Liu Qian said, taking the empty cup from Ye Chuyao and refilling it for her. “By the way, when you lost consciousness, your sister called—would you like to call back?” “No need, she had nothing good to discuss with me.” Upon hearing this, Ye Chuyao frowned and refused without hesitation; given her understanding of the other person, Ye Chuxin’s call was certainly not meant as a concern.
That said, Ye Chuyao still picked up her phone and opened WeChat. As soon as she did, seven or eight messages popped up—all sent by Ye Chuxin.
“Are you awake?” “If you’re awake, go to the classroom right away and get me a clean towel from your backpack, along with the sunscreen spray from the drawer.” “You haven’t woken up after all this time? You don’t answer my calls. I didn’t even get heatstroke yet, but you did—Ye Chuyao, could it be that you deliberately fainted to avoid helping me?” “Ye Chuyao, remember that your parents sent you to Jinglan specifically to look after me. If you’re unwilling, I’ll have Dad arrange a transfer for you.” “Ye Chuyao, did you really hear me? Don’t ignore my WeChat messages!” “…” From her initial requests to subsequent accusations, Ye Chuxin never showed any concern for her well-being; instead, suspecting she was feigning illness due to her delayed responses, she repeatedly threatened her with transfers.
The threatening words displayed line by line on the screen also evoked numerous memories deep within Ye Chuyao’s mind.
She recalled her initial days as an adopted child of the Ye family. Accustomed to hardship, she was utterly delighted upon seeing the new room, fresh clothes, and a variety of delicious treats arranged for her by her adoptive parents.
To repay the Ye family’s kindness in adopting her, she diligently studied proper etiquette for wealthy households, showed filial piety to her parents and elders, cared for her sister, and treated her younger brother with affection and humility. Yet no matter how well-behaved or diligent she was, she never received a single word of praise. Her adoptive parents regarded her as invisible; her sister treated her like a servant; and her brother saw her merely as an outlet for his frustrations, often mocking her with sarcasm.
However, Ye Chuyao had never complained before. She knew the Ye family had raised her for years, providing her with excellent food and clothing, sending her to the best schools—so enduring such hardships was only right. Take this military training exercise as an example: Ye Chuxin insisted on attending without taking leave to save face. During every break, Ye Chuyao would wipe her sweat, offer water, fan her from the sun, and even massage her shoulders and back—going above and beyond what a typical nanny would do.
Recalling the foolish deeds she had once done at others ‘behest, Ye Chuyao’s expression couldn’t help but darken. Having spent so many years in other worlds, she had naturally matured considerably; what once seemed unclear now became increasingly clear upon reflection. Looking back, she realized how utterly foolish she had been before.
“You really are something, sister! You’ve always watched her faint and be taken to the infirmary—how could you still ask her for help with things!” Liu Qian, being close to Ye Chuyao, naturally saw the long series of messages sent by Ye Chuxin on her phone. Upon seeing this, she couldn’t help but complain, though she didn’t expect her friend to refuse. From high school freshman year