Not long after birth, the boy realized something unsettling: he was now a girl. Her sister’s constant cooing—“Wow, my little sister is so adorable!”—and the way she’d pinch and squeeze her cheeks while murmuring “So soft! So cute! So bouncy!”—had long since made her accept this new identity. She’d even grown used to her sister’s playful harassment.

Time flew. Eight years passed.

Behind the Bai Family villa lay a grove of trees. One stood taller than the rest. Beneath it stood a girl—Bai Ling.

Eight years on, Bai Ling remained as enchantingly cute as in childhood. Her waist-length black hair flowed smoothly over her shoulders, shimmering faintly in the sunlight. A tiny side ponytail on her left bangs hung just above her flat chest. Her large, dewy eyes blinked slowly, radiating unintentional allure. Her delicate face exuded serene calm—small nose, cherry lips—so irresistibly lovely it made one ache to kiss her.

Dressed in a pale pink dress, she stood under the tree. Arms outstretched, head tilted slightly upward at a 45-degree angle, eyes gently closed—as if sensing something. She looked like an ethereal fairy, untouched by the mortal world. Radiant. Peaceful.

Every dawn, as the sun first peeked over the horizon, Bai Ling stood here. Day after day, since her rebirth. Not even wind or rain could keep her away.

This was a cherry blossom tree. Her little sister in her past life had adored sakura. To Bai Ling’s surprise, this world had them too. She saw the tree as heaven’s comfort—a place to seek her sister’s shadow.

“Xiao Ling! Still here?” A chiding voice came from behind.

A silver-haired girl approached. Her face mirrored Bai Ling’s, yet her hair gleamed like winter snow, cascading freely down her back. Emerald eyes sparkled. Her porcelain skin glowed faintly pink in the sun. A black shirt framed her slender shoulders. A pure black bow tie accentuated her delicate frame, harmonizing perfectly with her elegant black pleated skirt. Her slender legs were half-hidden by white thigh-high socks.

Bai Ling turned. It was her elder sister, Bai Ting.

Confused, Bai Ling tilted her head. “What’s wrong?” The gesture came naturally. Reborn into this girl’s body, the boy from her past life had long been reshaped by this new existence.

“What’s wrong? Father said the Qiao Family’s visiting today! We’re to greet them with him!” Bai Ting’s scolding vanished instantly. Utterly charmed by her sister’s head tilt, she pounced—grabbing Bai Ling’s cheeks and kneading them fiercely. Her voice turned tender. “So squishy~”

Bai Ling was used to this. After years of pinches, she simply let her sister have her way. If it made her happy.

Gently, Bai Ling placed her baby-soft hands over Bai Ting’s. She lifted them off her face with feather-light care—a natural softness that only made Bai Ting want to tease her more. *The softer you act, the more I want to bully you*, Bai Ting always said.

“But I don’t want to go,” Bai Ling said, meeting her sister’s eyes.

Bai Ting dropped her hands. They stared at each other. Ten seconds passed.

“Don’t want to go?” Bai Ting grinned, flashing a tiny fang. “Perfect. Then play with me instead~” Her fingers curled into claws, lunging toward Bai Ling.

Seeing that lecherous glint, Bai Ling shuddered. She remembered too well what “play” meant. “N-no… I’ll go,” she surrendered.

Bai Ting’s playful mood deflated. *So cute… yet so disobedient lately. I’ll discipline her properly next time.* Reluctantly, she grabbed Bai Ling’s hand. “Fine. Let’s go.”

“Mm.” Bai Ling followed meekly, dragged toward home.

Silence hung between them. Bai Ling knew her sister was usually chatty. She had no idea why Bai Ting was quiet now. Had she known her sister’s thoughts, she’d have fled that grip instantly.

Inside the main hall, two figures sat on the sofa. On the left was Bai Mo—Bai Ling’s father. Beside him sat a young woman: Yue Xin, their mother. She looked barely twenty. Time had left no mark on her flawless face. Her long legs were bare—enough to mesmerize any admirer. Her proud curves remained unyielding. Silver hair was pinned neatly back. An elegant aura blended with mature charm.