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The Full-Leveled Healer Transmigrates to a Real and Fake Rich Daughter Story

# DECEPTION # FAMILYDISPUTE # DIVINE HEALER Gu Yanfei was reborn. In her last life, it was only after her death that she realized she was the real daughter in a story about a real and a fake rich daughter. She was supposed to be the daughter of a nobleman, but someone switched her with another child at birth and left her leading a wretched life — a cannon fodder from start to finish. The female lead was the fake rich daughter, but she was also blessed with good fortune and the affection of the Gu family, taking everything that was rightfully Gu Yanfei's. In that life, Gu Yanfei lived as she died, with no rhyme or reason. However, after her death, she transmigrated to a cultivators' realm and became a healer... But after cultivating herself for 200 years, she failed her ascension trials. Then, one of the divine thunderbolts struck her and sent her back to her last life — back to the moment when the identity of the rich daughter was exposed. Upon her return, everyone in the nobleman's residence was laughing at her for being illiterate and uneducated, a far cry from the fake rich daughter blessed with good looks and a kind heart, who stood above the rest. They just did not know that Gu Yanfei was a fully-leveled character, reincarnated back to this moment!

Sky Cold · 综合
分數不夠
707 Chs

First Chance (2)

編輯: Atlas Studios

Just as they were whispering to each other, a delicate shout came from ahead. "Sister Zeng, the butterfly is flying away!"

"I'll do it, I'll do it." Miss Zeng, who was dressed in a bright red robe, jogged over with swaying footsteps. The ball fan in her hand slapped the colorful butterflies dancing in the air. Her figure was graceful.

"Miss Zeng, be careful not to bump into anyone," another girl in a pink dress reminded her as they chased after her.

Miss Zeng looked at Gu Yanfei, Wei Jiaoniang, and the others. She covered her mouth with her hand and smiled gently.

"Eh? Isn't this Second Lady Gu? It's been a while."

Miss Zeng pinched the round fan embroidered with butterflies in her hand. The mottled handle of the bamboo fan made her fingers look fair and slender.

She was smiling, but there was no humor in her dark brown eyes. They were even hostile.