Grandma and grandpa have returned from their world tour. In the past, they used to celebrate their birthdays overseas every year, and we would give them birthday gifts when they came back for Chinese New Year.

This year, grandma and grandpa came back early, and we need to prepare for grandma's birthday. Grandma loves Su embroidery, and I have already spent a lot of money to buy a beautiful piece of Su embroidery artwork. Grandma will definitely like it.

This master had already retired, but I begged her to continue her work.

On the day of grandma's birthday, there were many people in the old house. I planned to have my cousin take care of my daughter and explain everything to her after the event.

All the other guests presented carefully prepared gifts, but I couldn't find that piece of Su embroidery artwork. I was puzzled.

At that moment, my cousin came over with my daughter and handed the Su embroidery artwork to grandma, saying that she specifically asked someone to embroider it.

Grandma was full of praise for the Su embroidery. I was angry and almost rushed over to tear off her hypocritical face, but there were too many people present, so I held back.

Meanwhile, I was filled with confusion. Why did my cousin tell such a blatant lie?

I told my husband about this, and he was so angry that he wanted to drive her out immediately. I managed to stop him and asked him to accompany grandma first. After all, we shouldn't air our dirty laundry in public.

Little did I know that the next day, before I had a chance to question my cousin, I saw someone in the living room who looked exactly like me: "Cousin?"

I called out to her uncertainly.

She turned around, looked at me with a smug face, and then said to my husband, who had just come back from outside, "Honey, since cousin stole something, we don't need to worry about family ties anymore."

Then she looked at me and said, "Cousin, you can leave now."

I was shocked. What was my cousin saying? I watched my husband embrace my cousin, and I angrily tried to separate them, but my husband pushed me to the ground.

He looked at me with disgust and said, "Ayu has always tolerated you because of family ties, allowing you to live in our house. But you stole things from our family. Now, please leave."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Honey, what are you talking about? I'm Ayu!"

My cousin pulled me up and dragged me to the mirror, saying sternly, "Look at your face. You're Ayu, then who am I?"

I looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in the mirror. It was my cousin's face, similar to mine but not me. How could this be?

Then I suddenly remembered how my cousin looked when she first arrived, with a face that had endured much suffering. She always hunched her back and dared not make eye contact with others for too long. My husband had also remarked that my cousin and I didn't look alike.

When did we start to think that she and I were similar?

I grabbed my cousin's hand in madness and shouted at her, "You planned this from the beginning, didn't you? Hurry up and switch us back."

My husband rushed over and pulled me out of the house, leaving me with a stern warning before closing the door: "Ayu may have a good temper, but it doesn't mean you can bully her. If you don't leave, we'll call the police."

I stared blankly at the closed door. I am Ayu.