Maybe It Was Wrong from the Start

Zuri followed Saira upstairs.

Saira took Zuri to the second floor, to the end of the hallway, and opened the door. The room before her eyes was the same one she had stayed in during her previous life.

In her past life, she had been just as enthusiastically led upstairs by Saira. When she first saw this room, she had been excited, nervous, and happy.

The room before her was so bright, so spacious, with a faint fragrance in the air.

Such a room had only appeared in her dreams.

But now she had it.

She no longer had to live in a dark, damp room, worry about a leaking roof on rainy days, or have her precious food eaten by rats.

This was the room she had always dreamed of.

At that time, her heart was full of satisfaction and gratitude.

Gratitude for Saira's thoughtfulness, gratitude for her parents' kindness.

Even when she later learned that this room was the smallest and most remote in the house, she felt no dissatisfaction or resentment.

Even when she saw Saira's huge bedroom, more than three times the size of hers, and realized that even Saira's dressing room was bigger than her bedroom, she still did not envy her.

Because at that time, she had very low expectations, only wanting a place where she could sleep peacefully.

Perhaps, everything was destined from that moment.

Because she didn't fight, she was labeled as easy to fool, easy to bully, making Saira feel that she was a timid, useless person who could continue to occupy everything that belonged to her and live as the eldest daughter of the Lin family.

She didn't fight because she didn't want to make things difficult for her parents and was worried that they wouldn't like her.

She didn't fight because the previous eighteen years had been too difficult, and now she was easily satisfied.

In her previous life, her thoughtfulness and concession only led to a result where everyone disliked her.

Perhaps it was wrong from the start.

Why should she give up what belonged to her to an outsider?

Saira smiled and asked, "Do you like it? Mom and I decorated it for you with great care."

Decorated with Mom...

What an intimate term.

This was an eager declaration that even though she was not a Lin family child, their parents still loved her.

This was an invisible declaration of her status in the Lin family, a constant reminder.

Zuri smiled silently.

Saira thought she was pleased, but seeing her smile, she felt an inexplicable sense of discord.

"Can you show me the other rooms?"

"You don't like this room?"

Zuri smiled without answering.

Saira understood; she wasn't satisfied.

"Later, if you see a room you like, you can tell me," she said considerately.

"If I like it, can I stay there?" Zuri tilted her head, smiling.

"Of course. You can stay in any room you like. This is your home."

Zuri's lips curved up a bit more.

To play the role of a considerate sister, Saira naturally had to cheerfully show her around each room.

"This is Dad and Mom's room. This is the study; Dad doesn't like people coming in and out. Sis, don't go in casually, or you'll be scolded. That's my brother's room. He is our adopted son and is currently an exchange student abroad. He'll be back in a month."

They walked around, but she didn't introduce her own room.

"Whose room is that?" Zuri pointed to the door diagonally opposite.