"Mom and Dad! Please save him! He's really about to die!"

As I opened my eyes, I quickly covered my neck. The image of blood gushing from my neck was still vivid.

I saw my sister kneeling on the ground, crying, while a man who seemed barely alive lay next to her. It instantly dawned on me: I've been reborn!

Tears welled up in my mother's eyes as she gently supported my sister's arm, full of concern. "Just by looking at his wounds, we can tell he comes from a distinguished background! Our family is small and powerless, unable to contend with the privileged."

My determined sister held back her tears and said, "If you won't save him, I'll save him myself!"

As she tried to leave, dragging the man along, I quickly stopped her.

"Wait! We must save him. This is a human life!"

My parents were puzzled by my sudden change in attitude, furrowing their brows with suspicion.

My sister immediately smiled, her eyes lighting up, and pouted in a resentful tone, "Sister, I knew you would be the one who cares about me the most!"

I sneered inwardly. Yes, I care about you the most. In the previous life, you watched me have my hands and feet severed, and my throat slit.

"However, there's one condition: you have to earn the money for his medical treatment yourself."

Both my sister and parents were taken aback. I smiled gently, as if this was the final bottom line, one that couldn't be compromised.

Biting her lip, my sister hesitated and said, "Okay... fine."

I considerately placed the male lead in a guest room for my sister, then smiled as I saw her off to find a job.

Reluctantly, my sister left.

I put on a stern face and closed the door firmly.

Joking aside, in the previous life, my sister stole our parents' lifelong savings to treat him, and in the end, our elderly parents met a tragic demise in a foreign land.

Back in the living room, I solemnly told my parents, "From now on, consider me as if I'm not your daughter anymore."

My parents were astonished, and I comfortingly patted my mother's hand.

"Mom, Dad, whether you believe it or not, I have to tell you—I've been reborn."

The elderly couple were dumbfounded by now, and my mother trembled as she reached out to touch my forehead.

I sighed and recounted the love, hate, and entanglements between the male lead and my sister, as well as the torment we endured.

"There's a blood-red birthmark on the man lying in the room."

I saw it when he changed clothes in the previous life to avoid staining them while cutting off my limbs.

My father entered the guest room to check and came out with an ashen face seconds later, nodding with closed eyes.

My mother was suddenly paralyzed with fear, covering her face and crying, unsure of what to do.

"Mom, don't be afraid. I have a solution. Since fate has given me a second chance at life, I won't allow those things to happen again!"