It was good to be with young men. They were so energetic and carefree. I’ve even forgotten that inside the body lived in my 33-year-old soul.

After eating the hot pot, I said goodbye to Tina and Jack and secretly stuffed 10,000 yuan into Tina’s bag. She was Mary’s sister, who was my sister now. I had to take good care of her sister for her. Only with that, I was worthy of the body she gave me.

When I went home in the evening, I started to hold the computer and looked through the latest news. Although Shirley had died for a long time, most of the articles on the Internet recently were about missing her, which made me feel quite comfortable. At least not all of them forgot me very quickly; at least I had accumulated some fans.

Leafing through, I unexpectedly found the video of Yuki pretending to be heartbroken at my memorial service. And the title of the article turned out to be "Sister affection, painful crying", I sneered.

Sister affection? They all talked about the discord between the two of us before. But now, after my death, they all confounded white black and brought about something called Sister Affection?! Bah! Sisters would be fighting for so many years, open and secret? Would my sister give me a shot of dark arrows on various occasions? Would my sister buy off my assistant to kill me?

The comments below this news were even more chilling, and netizens were actually one-sided.

"Yuki is really kind. It’s impossible for her to discord with Shirley! It must be the media that hyped up their relationship." A netizen commented below. And I couldn’t believe what he said was followed by many other approving words. It was incredible!

"Yuki is really a kind girl. I can’t figure out why so many people want to hurt her maliciously!" I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. A kind girl? Which one of your eyes saw her kindness?

"Don’t cry, Yuki! Shirley was gone, we’ll turn our love to support you!" WTF! How could I feel good in this way?

Then continued browsing, the more I read, the angrier I was! Though I had been in the biz for a long time, I should get accustomed to those ignorant words. When I was Shirley, I accepted all, no matter it was praise or criticism. I even use those abuses to make a self-mockery, which also attracted a large number of people to be my fans!

However, as Mary, I was inexplicably paying more attention to the news related to Shirley, especially those about Yuki and Shirley, and even on the news point of view, did she have crushed me?

Perhaps it was the disgust and hatred of the woman who killed me and climbed me on at my memorial service, or maybe it was the young body that was somewhat uneasy and restless!

I took a deep breath and told myself, " I am Mary, not Shirley. I have to calm down!" Having repeated it several times and tried to convince myself to be calmly, I found it didn’t work.

I went on to browse, another more shocking headline came into my view — "Yuki formally replaced Shirley as the NO.1 in the showbiz", I took a deep breath again and clicked the news trembling.

The article first introduced how Shirley and Yuki became famous, what awards they won by what kind of works. And then introduced some representative works. Next, it cherished the memory of me, just like other articles did. And in the end, with particular emphasis on, it said that Yuki formally replaced Shirley as the leading actress of Xiao Feng Cuo directed by Sam Zhang. It officially established Yuki’s position in the biz and showed that she had replaced Shirley as the NO.1.

After reading the article, I felt everything was terrible. I was not only lost but resentful!

The murderer who killed me was at large, and how could she climb up on my blood step by step? Wouldn’t she have nightmares and be afraid at night?

Looking through my mobile address list, I was afraid Kevin was the only one I could tell!

As I dialed, I walked to the wine cabinet and opened a bottle of red wine. "Kevin, where are you?"

"I’m at home. What’s the matter, dear? Why don’t you sleep now? It’s too late." Kevin asked with concern.

The wine rolling in the goblet, under the dim light, it looked particularly coquettish and enchanting. With a mouthful, acrid and disagreeable slowly spread from the innermost and finally touched the bottom of my heart. My tears could not stop dropping.

"Hello? Darling, why are you so quiet?" Kevin was even more worried when I didn’t answer. He continued to ask, "Are you at home? Wait, I’ll come."

I choked. Yes, I was really vulnerable this time, and I need someone to be with me.

I didn’t know what was going on. The depression and pain suppressed together, which made me feel exhausted.

My parents divorced when I was young. The most injured one in a divorced family was the child, especially the mother cried every day. Her hatred for the father was useless and could only be turned into tears. And I, there were no words for me to comfort because any words seemed so pale in this sad matter.

Therefore, I desired to get more care, but I was afraid that the more I gave to a close relationship, the more I would be hurt when abandoned. So, I chose to keep everyone at a distance.

It was really amazing to find this feeling until I became famous. Someone liked you but kept a certain distance from you. Didn’t it satisfy my thought? Care and love were here but not too close. So, I became more and more obsessed with this feeling of fame. So, I worked harder to study acting skills, to shoot by heart, so that I could gain more people’s love, more people’s care.

However, all of my efforts turned into ashes because of Yuki Zheng. I had to start all over again. And she could do everything so arrogant and even forcibly occupy what I had. How could the world be so unfair?!