For ten years, my parents were stationed abroad. I was sent to live with my uncle in the village. I grew up rough around the edges, quick-tempered. Whoever crossed me, I'd snap back on the spot. I was nothing like Jenna Reed, who had stayed by my parents' side, gentle and sophisticated. She played the piano beautifully, spoke softly and sweetly, and never made anyone feel awkward. She was the daughter of my parents' friends. After her parents passed away, she lived abroad with my parents. In every photo in the family group chat, my mother was always hugging her and sighing, "Not my own flesh and blood, yet closer than flesh and blood." I hated her. I hated her for taking my parents from me, for not sharing them with me for a single day in those ten years. So I finally stood my ground and snatched away her engagement with the Chase family. Joseph Chase, the only son of the Chase family of Fairport, was exceptionally handsome and came from a wealthy family. But Jenna later married poorly. Her husband cheated on her and beat her daily. Joseph felt guilty and often helped her in secret. When I found out, I fell out with him. I stood my ground once more, never speaking to him again until my dying day. He knelt by my sickbed, gripping my hand and refusing to let go. "Nina, I beg you, don't leave me alone. When you get better, we'll be just like before, traveling everywhere with you..." But I didn't want that anymore. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my mother was arranging a blind date for Jenna.