Adopted Younger Sister Worries About Plastic Surgery Failure, Uses Me as Experiment

"What's wrong with getting plastic surgery? The love of beauty is human nature. Beautiful women get many advantages in society, and all the men flock around you."

My younger sister, Bai Feifei, casually spoke about the benefits of plastic surgery.

But I have no interest in getting plastic surgery. I'm quite satisfied with my looks.

"Sis, hurry up and eat. We can discuss the surgery later. If you really don't want to, then just forget it."

This is my adopted sister, whom my mom took in. The whole family treats her as one of their own, and I regard her as my real sister. I even feel sorry for her background and try to give her the best of everything.

I know my sister is jealous, self-indulgent, and willful, but I never thought she'd plot to harm me.

In a past life, she was always obsessed with her ordinary appearance. She had faith in all those plastic surgery clinic ads and always wanted cosmetic surgery to become beautiful.

The family, seeing how obsessed she was, could only come together to raise money for her plastic surgery.

When I told her there were risks associated with surgery, she blamed me for being afraid she'd become prettier and accused me of trying to stop her from becoming beautiful on purpose.

I had no choice but to compromise.

As the surgery approached, she was truly scared and worried about a failed procedure.

So she kept pestering me to have surgery with her. Naturally, I didn't want to; while I may not possess overwhelming beauty, I'm certainly considered beautiful.

Plastic surgery for me was equivalent to disfigurement.

Or perhaps she simply wanted to ruin my face!

Because I constantly declined, she started using various tactics to pressure me, even getting Mom to press me, and Mom, who doted on her, insisted that I have surgery with her.

In the previous life, I firmly refused and faced her retaliation as a result.

She drugged me and forcibly sent me into the operating room for plastic surgery.

Afterward, the surgery failed, my face was ruined and constantly festering, and she was there gloating.

"Fortunately, I didn't go to this hospital for surgery. Sis, you're overly vain. Consider it a lesson learned."

My sister turned the tables to scold me, her barely suppressed smile almost choking her.

Yes, in some way, she succeeded; even if she didn't become beautiful, making me ugly achieved her goal.

Moreover, she advised our parents not to pay for my treatment.

"Mom and Dad, sis brought this upon herself and needs a lesson."

Under her provocation, my parents were extremely disappointed with me, drove me away from home, and left me to fend for myself. My boyfriend also left me because of the surgery.

I was alone, watching my face slowly decay in the mirror every day, eventually dying from illness in a rented room, my body only discovered by the landlord half a month later.

I look calmly at my seemingly innocent and pure sister before me. If it weren't for the previous life, I'd never believe my sister could be so malicious.

This lifetime, I refuse to be the good-natured one, the good sister anymore. The feeling of a rotting face and being shunned by all is something she must experience!