Chapter 1

I arrived at the rumored Soul Shop.

I sold my ability to love in exchange for a chance to be reborn.

When I saw my parents bring my adopted sister through the door again, I didn't fall apart like I did in my past life.

In this life, my parents' indifference, my brother's disgust, my fiancé's betrayal.

I don't care about any of it anymore.

But why are they holding me and crying like their hearts are broken?

Anna's POV

I arrived at the rumored Soul Shop.

I sold my ability to love in exchange for a chance to be reborn.

When I saw my parents bring my adopted sister through the door again, I didn't fall apart like I did in my past life.

In this life, my parents' indifference, my brother's disgust, my fiancé's betrayal.

I don't care about any of it anymore.

But why are they holding me and crying so heartbroken again?

"Anna, what are you daydreaming about? Our new sister is about to arrive, let's go downstairs to meet her!"

Hearing that name again, I was stunned for a moment.

I hadn't been called "Anna" for six or seven years.

I turned to look at Jackson beside me and found that he had indeed returned to his twelve-year-old self.

The young boy wore a well-fitted suit, his face full of anticipation as he stared at the staircase.

One hand was still clutching my arm.

I looked at his slender, clean hand.

But all I could think of was the handprint he'd leave on my face when he was older.

I frowned and immediately shook him off.

Jackson's expression froze. He looked at me in confusion.

"Anna, what's wrong?"

The next moment, the mansion's front door slowly opened.

My parents' voices carried over.

"Jackson, Anna, come down quickly! We've brought your sister home!"

Jackson's eyes lit up, and he immediately left me behind and ran downstairs alone.

I stood at the top of the stairs, watching the harmonious family of four below.

I pressed my hand against my heart.

How strange.

It tingled.

But there was no longer that knife-like pain.

Jackson and I are twins.

For the first twelve years, the family only had the two of us.

Our parents and elders treasured us like pearls.

Jackson was only two hours older than me. He still acted like a real big brother, always letting me have my way.

They spoiled me into a true little princess.

Someone once joked with my dad.

"With your daughter's temper, it's lucky you arranged her engagement with Ethan early. Otherwise, when she grows up, no one would dare marry her."

My dad's face immediately darkened.

"My daughter wasn't born to be married off to anyone. If no one will marry her, she'll stay home for life! I can afford to support her!"

Mom and Jackson said nothing, just kept piling good things beside me.

They spoiled me until I was completely out of control.

A bracelet worth over three million dollars was the most ordinary birthday gift I received back then.

It was also the last birthday gift I ever received.

When I was twelve, one of my father's old comrades-in-arms passed away from illness.

On his deathbed, he entrusted his only daughter to him.

That girl named Chloe became my nominal sister.

From then on, my family's affection, trust, and attention gradually slipped away from me.

I admit it. I hated her.

I was jealous of her!

I was jealous that she could shed two tears and have the whole family rushing around like ants on a hot pan.

Jealous that she stole everything I had, bit by bit.

I became increasingly paranoid.

I grew more volatile and withdrawn.

Finally, at my eighteenth birthday party, I caught her kissing my fiancé Ethan in the garden.

I completely lost my mind.

I questioned my parents, my brother, my lover...

"Why are you doing this to me?"

But they just looked at me with almost identical eyes of disappointment.

"Do you know what you look like right now? You're absolutely insane!"

I laughed until tears came out.

The pain in my chest made my whole body tremble.

I grabbed a knife and lunged at Chloe, but Jackson kicked me into a rose bush full of thorns.

Everyone nervously protected Chloe, comforting and coaxing her not to cry.

No one cared that what I held in my hand was just a plastic cake knife...

My parents locked me in a psychiatric hospital, claiming I had mental problems.

Jackson must have injured me with that kick.

I coughed up blood day and night.

Over and over, I begged the doctors to call my parents.

But they never answered. Not once.

Finally, after yet another electroshock treatment, I took my last breath.

And that's when I saw it, the rumored Soul Shop.

With all my emotions, my ability to love, I bought a chance to be reborn.