In my previous life, at the moment when the Human Traffickers rushed over, I saved my brother Zhou Junning and was taken away myself.

Fifteen years later, my biological parents found me.

Yet I never enjoyed a single day of my family’s love, and was repeatedly framed and harmed by the fake heiress.

Zhou Junning always held Jingjing’s hand, looking at me with disdain:

“My sister will always be Jingjing and no one else.”

Just as he wished, I was killed by the fake heiress.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day we encountered the Human Traffickers.

Six-year-old Zhou Junning looked panicked and helpless:

“Sister, save me!”

This time, I didn’t rush over like I did in my previous life. I simply replied indifferently:

“Brother, let’s meet again in fifteen years.”