Shen You’an was assigned to Wende High School.
As the top public high school in Qingzhou, Wende’s campus was fairly well-built. Though not as luxurious or refined as Lanya High School, it carried a uniquely stately air.
Shen You’an strolled along the tree-lined avenue of the campus, taking in the familiar scenery along the way.
"Shen You’an."
Shen You’an turned around. Lin Chuchu rushed over in a single stride, giving her a once-over.
"It really is you."
Everyone was dressed casually. Shen You’an wore a white hooded loose sweatshirt, layered with a black cotton vest. She had blue jeans on and a pair of black leather boots.
Her tall and slender figure made ordinary clothes look exceptionally good on her, resembling a mannequin in the shop window. Even just her back alone was enough to draw attention.
Lin Chuchu had spotted her from a distance earlier and already suspected it was Shen You’an, calling out to her instinctively.
She hadn’t expected it to actually be Shen You’an.
The changes in her were striking. Her hairstyle was different, revealing her forehead.
The bulky black-frad glasses she used to wear had been replaced with a pair of sleek and refined gold-rimd glasses.
It was still the sa face, but sohow it now carried a colder, ethereal quality.
Lin Chuchu had always thought that, even though Shen You’an excelled academically, she herself was the better-looking one. This belief gave Lin Chuchu a constant sense of superiority, which led her to never take Shen You’an seriously.
But now, seeing Shen You’an’s transformation in both appearance and aura, Lin Chuchu felt a pang of discomfort deep in her heart.
Shen You’an raised her brows slightly. "Is there sothing you need?"
Lin Chuchu pressed her lips together, fixing her gaze on the face before her.
"Did you get plastic surgery?"
Shen You’an smiled and shook her head lightly, too indifferent to respond. She turned around and walked away.
"Shen You’an." Lin Chuchu quickly caught up to her.
"Uncle Zhang works so hard, and you squander his money without a care. Does your conscience not ache?"
Shen You’an stopped in her tracks and turned to glance at Lin Chuchu.
"Lin Chuchu, are you out of your mind?"
Lin Chuchu reacted as if her tail had been stepped on, instantly erupting in fury.
"Shen You’an, you’re the one who’s insane."
Staring at the face before her, Shen You’an’s mind was flooded with unpleasant mories from her past life.
In her previous life, she and Lin Chuchu had been friends since childhood. The two of them eventually entered Wende High School together.
Back then, her beauty attracted trouble in high school—she was constantly harassed by male classmates, unable to escape their advances.
After she repeatedly rejected them, those boys, infuriated, began spreading lewd and malicious rumors about her. Shen You’an, however, never paid attention to any of it, focusing strictly on her studies. She dread of escaping this hellhole through the college entrance exam.
But as ti passed, the rumors grew increasingly outrageous. During the mandatory pre-exam health check, a minor irregularity was found in her blood results, which spiraled into fabricated accusations that she was pregnant.
Even though the teachers clarified repeatedly that it was a misunderstanding, the students refused to believe it. Wherever Shen You’an went back then, she was t with scornful and hostile gazes.
It was truly a harrowing, dark ti.
And all that suffering and tornt—a gift from the "good friend" she trusted the most.
The rumors had been spread by Lin Chuchu, who orchestrated the chaos behind the scenes. On the morning of the health check, Lin Chuchu had handed her several eggs, insisting she finish them so they wouldn’t go to waste.
Lin Chuchu was well aware of her past—of growing up hungry and cold, and her aversion to wasting food.
This so-called "good friend," who knew every vulnerability of hers, had ticulously plotted to shove her into despair.
After discovering the truth, Shen You’an had once confronted her, demanding to know why she had done it.
Lin Chuchu tore off her mask completely, revealing a face twisted with spite.
"Because I was jealous. I’ve been jealous of you my whole life. I envied how effortlessly you captivated all the boys’ attention. Do you even know how it felt when the guy I liked approached , using as a bridge to send you love letters? Do you understand the sheer humiliation of that mont?"
"Why should I always have to yield to you, prop you up, make you shine like the flower while I’m reduced to the supporting leaves? I refuse to accept it. I want to destroy you."
When Shen You’an was sold to a widower for a ten-thousand-yuan dowry by Zhou Qin, her uncle secretly helped her escape. He handed her his carefully hidden savings and urged her to leave this place far behind, never to return.
On the way to the train station, Shen You’an suddenly realized she hadn’t brought the family photo with her—the only keepsake she had of her parents. Waiting for a mont when Zhou Qin wasn’t ho, she snuck back to retrieve it.
Lin Chuchu was the one who trapped her at ho and called Zhou Qin.
That day, Shen You’an truly witnessed the depths of human cruelty.
"Shen You’an, don’t even think about escaping. Just rot here in the muck forever."
The twisted, demon-like face from her mory overlapped with the one standing before her now.
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