Opening the picture, Lin Pang was staring straight at the glamorous beauty across with the eyes of a dog eyeing a bone.

I know this woman well, how well?

I've known her since birth, she is my cousin Zhao Qiao.

The relationship between Zhao Qiao and me can be summarized in one sentence: with me, no her; with her, no me.

At that moment, my impression of Lin Pang immediately raised a red flag, I opened the memo again and deducted 50 points directly.

20 points represent a shallow level of liking, my rationality returned to my brain.

Is it possible for a proud woman like Zhao Qiao to be interested in Lin Pang?

Absolutely impossible.

Unless she, like me, has been possessed by the love bug.

Since childhood, Zhao Qiao has always been better than me in every aspect. Originally just a relative we met during holidays, she later came to live with us after my aunt and uncle passed away.

From then on, my mom's favorite phrase became: "Why can't you be more like your sister Qiao Qiao and learn from her."

My dad also often said, "Qiao Qiao is your role model."

At home, I am not as good as Zhao Qiao's child. At school, I am known as the sister of the academic goddess Zhao Qiao.

At the age when love is most needed, I have become the shadow of Zhao Qiao.

When I was 8 years old, my mom happened to find one of the gold bracelets missing from the jewelry box and got very angry:

"Losing a bracelet is a small matter, but it indicates that there is a thief in the house."

No one suspected my cousin, but my parents often casually asked me:

"Did Ling Ling say she liked mom's bracelet before? Did she take it to play with?"

"Has Ling Ling been wanting to buy new toys recently but doesn't have enough money?"

"Has she been exchanging things from home with friends outside?"

I was so angry that I retorted:

"There's not just me, why don't you ask my cousin?"

My mom explained in silence, "Qiao Qiao is different from you, she is older and sensible, she wouldn't do such things."

My dad tried to smooth things over, "I'll ask Qiao Qiao too, see, I asked her and she said she didn't do it."

This matter was left unresolved, and in the end, my dad secretly installed surveillance cameras at home. After losing another platinum necklace, it was discovered through the surveillance footage that the maid they had hired for five or six years was the one stealing, she had taken the gold bracelet to sell it secretly.

Although they apologized afterwards, I cried quietly in bed for a long time.

Because I knew clearly that compared to Zhao Qiao, not only was I not worthy of love, I wasn't even worthy of trust.

In my parents' eyes, I was not just a foolish child, I might even be a bad child.

My parents were successful in business, and every Chinese New Year, they would rush to the temple to get the first incense, hoping for good luck.

When I was 9 years old, I knelt on the cushion, knowing I could make a wish, silently praying in my heart:

【Bodhisattva, let cousin be my parents' child, then they won't be disappointed.

【As for me, it's okay, I can die in a car accident with my aunt and uncle.

【I'll go to heaven to be their daughter, then everyone will be happy.】

Cousin did nothing wrong, but as a shadow, I couldn't bring myself to like her standing in the sunlight.

Now that I've grown up, I want to live well in a place without Zhao Qiao. So I came to City B alone, leaving my parents to her.

I long to be loved, and I am also trying hard to learn how to love others.

Even the non-negotiable criteria for finding a boyfriend is that he must not know Zhao Qiao, why does my cousin insist on lingering in my life like the flu virus?

What is she not satisfied with, that she has to intervene in my life time and time again?

My anger towards Zhao Qiao far exceeds that of the boyfriend who scored 20 points for lying and suspected infidelity.

Feeling too lazy to argue with Lin Pang, who is full of lies, I directly called Zhao Qiao:

"Do you have time recently? Let's meet up."