In my past life, my sister threw me to human traffickers, who broke one of my legs so I could beg for money. Ten years later, when the trafficking ring was busted, my parents took me home in a wheelchair. My sister looked at me with disgust: "You're already crippled. Being a foil to me is your blessing!" In the end, I died tragically in an "accidental" car crash. When I opened my eyes again, my sister was dragging me towards the traffickers. I pretended to have a seizure, disgusting the traffickers, and watched as my sister was taken away as a substitute. In this life, it's your turn to enjoy this blessing alone! 1 "Mia, are you playing me? This girl is skinny as a rail. How am I supposed to sell her?" A sharp voice with an accent exploded in my ear. I struggled to lift my eyelids, looking at the mean-faced middle-aged woman in front of me. A huge sense of panic swept over me. Ten-year-old Mia was dragging my hand hard, her eyes darting around. In my past life, it was also at the amusement park. Mia made an excuse to send our parents away and dragged me to find the traffickers herself. Working together, they easily tricked me into the car. My miserable life started from this moment. "Auntie Cui, my sister is a picky eater, that's why she's a bit thin. But I heard—your line of work doesn't have such high requirements, right? My sister has good genes; you won't lose out." The trafficker patted her clothes impatiently, about to agree. I pinched myself hard, tears bursting out instantly: "Sister, I feel so sick... where's my medicine?" I pressed my chest hard, trying to make my breathing rapid, my hands grasping randomly at the pocket on Mia's waist. Seeing this, the trafficker abruptly let go of my hand and cursed at Mia: "Damn girl, what are you plotting? I was wondering why her face looked so bad. Turns out she's a sick child! If I buy her back and she dies on me, your family gets off scot-free!" Mia panicked and explained: "Impossible, she's never had this problem growing up—" I knelt heavily at her feet, snot and tears running down as I tugged at Mia's pocket. "Sister, Sister, I was wrong... I know you want to be a star. I'll never peek at you playing the piano or steal your clothes again. Please give me the medicine..." I gasped violently, my face flushed hot. Out of the corner of my eye, the trafficker's attention was completely diverted, a pair of eyes half-hidden by fat staring greedily at Mia. And Mia was busy resisting my force, knowing nothing about it. "Chloe, are you crazy—let go!" The trafficker took a big step forward, ripped open Mia's pocket, and pulled out a small bottle of medicine. The label was severely worn, looking like it had been taken for years. She slapped Mia hard across the face. "You little bitch dare to play me! Dreaming of taking advantage of me!" Then the trafficker threw the medicine bottle at me, grabbed Mia by the collar, and walked quickly towards the van behind. "That's my dad's medicine! Not hers! She's lying—Chloe! Chloe! Say something, Chloe!!" Mia screamed heart-wrenchingly calling me. I turned a deaf ear, focusing on unscrewing the bottle cap and stuffing a pill into my mouth in front of them. How could a child's strength compare to a strong trafficker? Mia was almost lifted and stuffed into the back seat, and then the van sped away. I calmly got up from the ground, patted the dust off my pants. Spat the medicine in my mouth into the trash can next to me. 2 When Mom and Dad ran over holding a cotton candy each, I was sitting blankly on the stone pier, clutching the medicine bottle tightly. Seeing them, I pouted and ran into Mom's arms, crying out of breath. They were obviously startled by my sudden closeness. When we were little, every time I acted coquettishly with Mom and Dad, Mia would go back to the room and pull my hair, warning me not to snatch her things, or she would teach me a lesson. Over time, I dared not get close to Mom and Dad anymore, and the relationship became more and more distant. Mom hesitated to wipe the tears off my face, her voice gentler than ever: "Chloe don't cry, tell Mom, what happened? Where's your sister?" I opened my palm, sobbing: "Sister asked me to buy candy for her, said she would wait for me here, but when I came back, I only saw the medicine bottle on the ground..." Mom and Dad saw the bubble gum and medicine bottle in my palm and believed it without a doubt. Mom held me while urging Dad to call the police. This candy was a "meeting gift" given by the trafficker when she saw me just now. How does it not count as the truth? 3 Walking out of the police station, Mom and Dad seemed to age ten years in an instant. Mom held my hand tightly, as if afraid I would also be snatched by traffickers. Dad rubbed his eyes fiercely: "Don't know where Mia is now? That damn trafficker! My Mia..." Oh, worried about where she is? I know. I bit my finger. At this time, Mia should have been sent to an abandoned factory in the suburbs, where there were many other abducted children waiting to be sold for the first time. In my past life, my small face was sallow, looking malnourished at a glance, with little meat on my body. Several "customers" shook their heads at me. Later, within a few short months, I changed hands several times and was finally sold to a beggar organization. There, little girls like me were the easiest to get sympathy and charity. So my leg was broken alive. Raised for only a week, the wound just formed a thin scab, and I was thrown onto the street to beg. At that time, I was not yet 9 years old. Where were my parents then? Did they grieve and worry about my safety like this? I slowly held Mom's hand back, and her tears fell even harder. After the organization was busted, the police notified my parents to take me back. From the police station, Dad pushed my wheelchair, and Mom held my hand by the side like this. Their expressions were so calm, only asking a couple of routine questions about my health. And when they saw Mia at home, their unchanging expressions cracked a little. Dad let go of my wheelchair, and Mom rushed forward to take Mia's hand and warm it in her palms. "Mia, your health is bad, it's not a big deal, it's so cold outside, why did you come out?" Watching the heartwarming scene in front of me, I gripped the wheelchair tightly, clearly seeing the smug smile on Mia's lips. Even after so many years, I still couldn't get a bit of Mom and Dad's attention from her. Palms and backs of hands are both flesh, but how can the thin flesh on the back compare to the palm? 4 Three months passed in a blink of an eye. Mia's missing person notices were posted everywhere and even appeared in a special section of the newspaper. Dad went to the police station to inquire every week, but came back dejected every time. With my company, Mom's grief gradually lessened, no longer sitting in Mia's room crying every day. When Mom's childhood friend called to arrange a meeting between the two families, they even went out shopping excitedly in the car. Watching Mom and Dad busy in the living room, I turned to Mia's photo and pursed my lips in a smile. See, even if the lost daughter is you, they were just sad for a few more days. They will slowly forget you. As soon as the childhood friend's family entered the door, Mom pulled them to sit on the sofa affectionately, waving at me with a smile: "Chloe, come and say hello to your Uncle Shane's family." I put on a polite smile and went up to say hello. Looking at that familiar face, my nails almost dug into my palm. In my past life, the first time I saw Leo Shane was on the day I came home. He walked slowly down the stairs, his gaze falling on my wheelchair, revealing a look of disgust. At that time, he was already engaged to Mia. Mia was seriously ill. Knowing our kidneys matched, Leo coerced and bribed me to exchange kidneys with her. The day after I refused, a car suddenly rushed onto the sidewalk. I couldn't dodge in time and was knocked flying. Those scenes swept over like a tide. Leo blinked at me, showing a friendly smile: "This must be Uncle Tao's Chloe sister, hello." I also smiled brightly: "Hello, Brother Leo." Without Mia's overt and covert squeezing out, and having solved a worry, my face became visibly round and fair, more and more like a child's charming naivety. I had practiced in front of the mirror countless times. Smiling like this is the most pleasing and harmless.
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