Song Yan had never heard anyone say they liked her in her past life.
"Sister Song Yan, why don't you understand? You can't bother Brother Ming."
"What are you doing here, a girl like you? Hurry back inside!"
"The eldest lady's personality is really... She has no skills other than causing trouble, hahaha."
"I only treat your sister as a passing amusement. She's such a commoner, with nothing to offer besides her looks."
"Who made her born as an annoying person? Clearly, she can't compare to me in any way, yet she occupies the position of the eldest daughter. Better she dies sooner!"
"Song Yan is finally dead. Mother, tomorrow have Father promote you to the status of the lawful wife. I'll have a grand marriage to the Prince Rong Mansion!"
Those words from the past life repeated in her mind every night, and with each dream, the hatred in her heart grew a bit more.
