The next day, I woke up in the study with red marks on my face from the pillow.

I heard Aunt Yang Tan outside sorting out a pile of clothes and asking how to deal with them.

Yang Tan calmly said, "We don't need Yang Jing's clothes anymore, just burn them all."

The maid paused, then asked again, "Burn them?"

I was also stunned. It was well known that his relationship with Yang Jing was not good, but burning someone's clothes seemed extreme, especially when the person was still alive. How ominous.

Yang Jing is Yang Tan's younger sister, born of the same father but a different mother, and they never got along.

Come to think of it, I am also Yang Tan's younger sister. After Yang Tan's parents divorced due to their strained relationship, my aunt and Yang Tan's father somehow hit it off and got together, eventually giving birth to Yang Jing.

Yang Jing has always been terrified of her brother, trembling every time she saw him.

Well, he always had that cold, disdainful look that seemed to intimidate the whole world.

There were rumors that my aunt had a premature birth because of Yang Tan. It was said that when he refused to accept his stepmother, he directly pushed my aunt, who was seven months pregnant with me, down the stairs and made it look like she fell on her own.

At such a young age, having such a malicious nature made people shudder.

However, my aunt denied it, saying she accidentally fell herself, but over the years, she seemed quite afraid of this stepson. After Yang Tan's father passed away, she immediately took the child abroad and never returned.

My animosity towards Yang Tan probably stemmed from this, always trying to outdo him, to surpass him, to quench his arrogance.

But no matter how hard I tried, even using the one-to-one study method, I couldn't catch up to him.

I used to read whatever books he read, do the same homework he did, but I just couldn't beat him. When the results came out, he was thirty points ahead of me.

I blocked his path aggressively, asking if he had secretly put in extra effort.

He usually ignored me, but that time, he actually nodded and said he did study a bit more on biology.

Me: "Which part?"

Him: "The cloned sheep Dolly only lived for six years."

Me: "..."

His words hit the mark.

I couldn't bear to look back on the past. I punched the air with a set of military punches, truly fed up with his sharp and sarcastic remarks!

After Aunt burned the clothes as per Yang Tan's instructions, I was pleasantly surprised to find clean clothes to change into.

I happily picked out a thick sweater and knee-high boots from the pile of clothes. New Year's Day was approaching, and the weather was getting cold.

New Year's Day, the day I had my accident. I glanced at the Yang Tan family calendar; it had been three years since that day.

Are my parents okay? Is Wen Yi still enduring stomach pains while working late?