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Ye Yin brushed aside her bangs with her fingers, and when she saw the state of her forehead, she could hardly believe her eyes. Not only was there no wound, there wasn’t so much as a bump or bruise—her skin was perfectly intact.

With all her experience reading web novels, she instantly started recalling every detail after her head injury. Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat. Could it be...

Hesitantly, Ye Yin removed the small He Shi Jade she wore around her neck. The moment her gaze fell upon it, she barely recognized this little trinket that had accompanied her for months: it shimmered with iridescent hues, as brilliant as the morning sun, a faint white mist curling around its edges. On its surface, a few characters shimmered in and out of sight:

“Infinite Images.”

Ye Yin blankly mouthed the words several times, then, recalling something, was utterly shocked!

My god, Infinite Images!

That was the legendary artifact sought after by countless great masters in the novel! In the first season, only the main villain, Master Floating Cloud, and his lifelong rival, Master Yuan Tong, ever caught a glimpse of it; no one else in the world had ever seen it, not even the heroine. And yet, it had come to her as a freebie with a roadside purchase... This was beyond all reason!

The heroine’s artifact, which Ye Yin had always envied, was called "A Thread of Heaven"—a derived treasure from Infinite Images. Such derived treasures were copies created by powerful figures using arrays and secret arts, but their might was incomparable to the original. In Ye Yin’s eyes, the heroine’s “A Thread of Heaven” was already the pinnacle of all treasures, so just how powerful was this Infinite Images?

As Ye Yin stared in half-dazed frenzy at the Infinite Images in her hand, a flushing sound came from a nearby cubicle; the door creaked open, and a nurse—five feet tall and, by the look of it, nearly as wide at the waist—hummed a tune as she washed her hands, then strode lightly past Ye Yin. The designer of this restroom was truly eccentric; even someone as slim as Ye Yin was shoved forward by the nurse’s passage, causing her head to bump again—this time against a nail jutting from the edge of the mirror, and blood instantly gushed out.

After being struck on the head twice in such a short span, Ye Yin was almost ready to curse out loud. But what happened next left her speechless: the Infinite Images absorbed the blood that dripped onto it, then burst forth in dazzling light and embedded itself deep into her left palm, as if fusing with her very flesh...

Such a wild scene would have made most people faint, but Ye Yin felt no pain at all, as though it were nothing but a hallucination. Once the Infinite Images had completely merged beneath her skin, a jolt ran through her body; her chest suddenly swelled, and a burning heat flared at her heart, as if a fire were raging within her! Hastily unbuttoning her shirt, she saw a golden brand glowing on her chest, exactly matching the shape and size of Infinite Images.

“Did my sister say she’s coming soon?” Ye Hua sat on the bed, quietly asking the nurse who’d given her chocolate.

Nurse Lu replied gruffly, “That’s what she said, but who knows. If you ask me, you’d be better off staying with relatives. Your sister looks like just a clueless kid herself—how can she care for another child?”

Ye Hua’s cheeks flushed as she defended Ye Yin, “Sister has been working really hard to earn money; it’s our uncle and his family who have been bad.” The last part she said in a much softer voice.

Nurse Lu pursed her lips. “She didn’t go to college, did she? Without a diploma, it’s almost impossible to earn decent money these days. At best she can do manual labor in a factory, but look at those spindly arms and legs—she’s hardly cut out for that, is she? Poor kid, already in her teens and still as small as a five- or six-year-old…”

Though she’d never consumed that infamous formula, Ye Hua’s long-term malnutrition had still left her with a slightly disproportionate body.

Children ought to be plump and rosy to look their best, but Ye Hua was as thin as a refugee, her complexion sallow, her clothes old and worn. Thankfully, her delicate features—especially her remarkable eyes—more than made up for these flaws, making her a truly lovely child.

Her eyes were clear as crystal, shining with innocence and purity. When she smiled, they naturally revealed a clever, gentle spirit. These beautiful eyes never darted about, nor did they ever hold a trace of willfulness or spoiled entitlement, let alone fill with tears to coerce adults into granting unreasonable demands.

Thus, the very first thing Ye Yin thought upon seeing her “bargain” little sister was: My sister can’t possibly be this adorable!

Especially when Ye Hua, overjoyed, hopped off the bed and flung her thin arms and legs around her, Ye Yin’s heart nearly melted.

“Just go back and make peace with your uncle’s family,” Nurse Lu advised as she stuffed the rest of the snacks into Ye Hua’s pockets. “Eat whatever they eat, don’t be stubborn. It’s your little sister who suffers most.” She clicked her tongue at Ye Yin, “Don’t be so foolish!”

Ye Yin sincerely thanked Nurse Lu for her blunt but kind-hearted words, packed up their things in a flash, and with ease hoisted Ye Hua onto her shoulder and carried her out. The nurse’s eyes widened—who would have thought such a delicate girl could be so strong?

Ye Hua was a clever child; she quickly sensed something odd about her sister, as if she were a different person altogether. Once they got on the bus, her chirpy energy suddenly faded; she kept sneaking glances at Ye Yin.

Ye Yin could guess what was on her mind. With a smile, she asked, “Why so quiet, Hua Hua?”

“Sister… what’s wrong with you?”

Ye Yin replied calmly, “I am not your sister. Your sister is dead.”

Ye Hua’s heart lurched, her eyes instantly filling with tears as she stared at Ye Yin in disbelief.

Ye Yin met her gaze. “Do you understand, Hua Hua? When you fell ill and I couldn’t scrape together enough money for your treatment, that weak and useless part of me died—died from heartbreak and anger. I have to become tougher, so I can reclaim what’s rightfully ours. That doll set you always wanted but never dared to ask for—I’ll bring it home for you. And when we have enough money, I’ll get you four sets: one for the living room, one for the bathroom, one to dress, one to leave undressed…”

Ye Hua burst out laughing through her tears, hugging Ye Yin tightly. This was definitely her sister—though what exactly had changed or what had provoked this transformation, she couldn’t say… but surely, it had to be that wicked aunt again.

As Ye Yin stroked her little sister’s soft hair, she let out a quiet, unseen sigh of relief. Those words were the last wishes of the original Ye Yin’s heart; mingled with truth and falsehood, they slipped out naturally, without a flaw. After all, children, no matter how clever, could never guess that she wasn’t the original inhabitant of this world.

With time, they would grow used to each other. Fortunately, this child was far from troublesome.

After returning to her uncle’s old home, Ye Yin found the last of their rice and made porridge for Ye Hua, coaxed her to eat, and settled her in bed. The new, resolute big sister gave Ye Hua a comforting sense of security; her eyes sparkled as she watched Ye Yin deftly tidy up the house, her small hands clutching the edge of the blanket.

Having lived alone for years, Ye Yin found these chores no trouble at all. She fashioned an apron from an old shirt, swept every bit of clutter and garbage into the hallway, set the crooked furniture straight, and tossed all useless junk directly into the trash chute. Dusting, clearing cobwebs, scrubbing the kitchen sink, mopping, beating out the rugs, organizing magazines and books, rearranging the placement of every item...

The door was left open, so occasional passersby could only see a “dragon” of dust swirling out and hear the splash of water and the clatter of utensils, as if a grand cleaning event were underway. An old man returning from his square-dancing session stopped, impressed to see that the whirlwind was being orchestrated by a young girl. Not many young women were this capable these days!

Ye Hua could hardly contain her admiration. Watching her sister’s nimble hands, she lost all track of time, and before she knew it, the entire house had been transformed.

What she saw now was an ordinary yet cozy home. The air was no longer foul but fresh and clean; the windows gleamed, revealing camellia branches swaying in the wind outside; the floor was clear, the furniture arranged sensibly, and a checkered cloth was neatly spread on the table. The kitchen, though not fully visible, boasted gleaming pots and pans on the pristine counter, as if they’d been scrubbed with a wire brush.

Most delightful of all, Ye Yin had found a half-used tin of cocoa powder that hadn’t yet expired.

“Want some?” Ye Yin asked, grinning mischievously.

Ye Hua nodded eagerly.

“But no,” Ye Yin patted her head. “You can have cocoa milk when your fever’s completely gone, all right?”

Ye Hua nodded so hard she nearly wagged her tail. Ye Yin couldn’t help but laugh—if only she’d had such a little sister herself...

A short-haired girl’s cold, distant expression suddenly flashed through her mind, and Ye Yin’s smile faded just a little.

But soon, worries about the future swept away all irrelevant feelings. After soothing Ye Hua to sleep with a few gentle words, Ye Yin stepped out alone onto the balcony. She looked up at the dim sky, her heart growing heavier.

The future was a complete unknown; this small happiness was only the calm before the storm. Now that she possessed Infinite Images, perhaps survival would be easier. But what about Ye Hua?

Author’s note: Thank you to all the girls who’ve bookmarked and reviewed! =3= Please keep bookmarking and leaving comments~