After returning to school, it was the annual welcome party.

Song Qingci stood on the stage in a suit, reading the opening words with great dignity.

Next to him was Zhou Qian, dressed in a little dress.

The colorful lights of the party illuminated them, a perfect match.

For a moment, I felt as if I had returned to the past.

Song Qingci and I were high school classmates.

Back then, he was already a popular figure with a scholarship and a talent for basketball.

And I was just a bookworm who buried myself in my studies.

The only thing that connected us was the title of the most beautiful high school student elected by our classmates.

He was the school's popular guy, and I was the ignored beauty.

Until we became desk mates in our second year of high school.

Two parallel lines, intersecting from that point on.

He encouraged me to brush aside my heavy bangs;

He encouraged me to participate in hosting speeches and dance competitions;

He encouraged me, "You are the one and only Ji Yang!"

He encouraged me, "Ji Yang, let's go to South University together!"

Later, he became the pianist accompanying me in dance competitions.

He became the perfect partner for all the major events.

He became my exclusive bicycle driver and knight.

He gently kissed my eyes and blushed.

We rode our bikes around campus, round and round.

But later, I realized: all of this was just a dream he created.

A beautiful dream he fabricated, that trapped me in a web of lies.

Every time I was confused and infatuated, he whispered in my ear, calling me by another name.

Zhao Changyang, the white moonlight that had died.

Well, how can the living compete with the dead?

So, later on, he grabbed my neck and asked me:

"Is this how you want to be, my little sister? Do you want to become part of the Song family? Do you want to live a good life?"

"Ji Yang, I've done as you wished!"

From the moment I found out I was just a substitute, I agreed to my mother's remarriage into the Song family.

From lovers to siblings, this is my revenge on Song Qingci!

...

There was suddenly a commotion in the crowd, bringing me back to reality.

It turned out that a new student was holding flowers to give to Song Qingci.

He accepted them but shook his head: "Thanks for the kind gesture, but my girlfriend would get jealous."

After saying that, he turned around and placed the bouquet in Zhou Qian's hands.

Zhou Qian blushed, her eyes shining brightly at him.

That was an uncontrollable expression of love that I once had.

I stared blankly at the two on stage, unintentionally making eye contact with Song Qingci.

When he saw me, he furrowed his brow.

Do you already detest me this much?

Can't even control your expression when you see me?

I found it rather boring and stood up, intending to leave.

I bent down and walked through the crowd, but heard a buzz of discussion behind me.

"What is this? Who is this?"

"No way, how did they put these kinds of pictures on?"

"Wow, look at her legs and her big chest! Let's take a picture!!"

"She looks like Ji Yang, the computer science department's beauty. I've seen her before."

My face turned pale, and I reluctantly turned around.

Displayed on the big screen were scandalous photos.

Photos of me in a swimsuit at the entrance of the swimming pool, as well as other pictures of me changing clothes.

The overwhelming sound of discussion made it hard for me to breathe, and I bit my tongue hard.

The school leaders in the front row tried to maintain order: "Who did this? Quickly unplug the power to the screen!"

As he shouted angrily, the big screen turned black.

"Isn't that Ji Yang?"

A girl next to me screamed, attracting everyone's attention.

Even the lights in the venue were shining on me.

I felt like a clown standing in the center of the world, being judged.

Song Qingci quickly approached me, concerned: "Classmate, are you alright? I'll walk you out, and the school will provide an explanation."

His devoted fan also spoke up in a timely manner: "Senior, you're so kind, even to strangers."

As I looked at his hands, which seemed to support me but were actually caressing my side, I spoke slowly: "Is this your revenge? You win."