Summary
In my last life, my junior sister spent decades fighting me out of jealousy over Eldest Senior Brother. She had no desire to improve herself and cared only about dressing up, spending every day putting on that delicate, scheming act. But when Eldest Senior Brother colluded with the Demon Race and slaughtered our sect, she destroyed her own face and disguised herself as me just to hold him back, winning our sect one last chance at survival. Until the moment she died, she never took a single step back. After being reborn, my junior sister put on her affected little act and made a pointed jab at me. “Senior Sister’s sword tassel is so pretty. Yingying wants one too.” Without a word, I handed it over. My junior sister: “?”