Depois de se casar com o magnata de Hong Kong sem herdeiros, a jovem educada engravidou do terceiro filho

The seventh day of the eleventh lunar month, winter of 1961.

There was no snowfall when dawn broke, yet the wind that swept through was sharper than a blade, cutting across one’s face mercilessly.

At this moment, after three entire years in Baiyan Village, Lu Yao had long since shed the innocence and pride of her youth, worn away by time. Her lips trembled, her hands were cracked and rough, her complexion waxen, hair dry and brittle, and her large, dark eyes suddenly contracted with shock when they met the gaze of the woman before her, both familiar and strange.

Had she been reborn?

Lu Yao looked at the people and the scene before her, and understood: she had returned to the day when Xu Yanran came to Baiyan Village to fetch her.

A sourness and bitterness welled up in her heart, mingled with hatred she could not name.

In her previous life, Lu Yao’s true identity was exposed—she was not the genuine third daughter of the Xu family. Years ago, their nanny, driven by resentment, had secretly switched her own child with the Xu family’s newborn during Madam Xu’s labor. The truth of this exchange remained hidden for more than a decade, until the drunken, gambling husband of the nanny discovered it and, seeking a thousand yuan from the Xu family, revealed everything.

From that day forward, Lu Yao became an outsider to the Xu family. Her parents’ affection shifted away from her; her older siblings revolved around Xu Xingyue. Even the little brother she had raised from infancy was easily coaxed by Xu Xingyue’s words and took her side.