Not long after being born, the boy realized something unfortunate—he was now a girl.
She often heard her older sister saying things like, “Wow, my little sister is so cute,” and sometimes her sister would pinch and squish her cheeks, saying things like, “So soft, so adorable, so bouncy.” Over time, she got used to being a girl and also got used to her sister’s “harassment.”
Time flew by, and eight years passed in the blink of an eye.
Behind the Bai family’s villa was a small forest, and in the middle of that forest stood a tree—taller than all the others.
Beneath it stood a young girl: Bai Ling.
Eight years had gone by, but Bai Ling still looked just as cute as she did when she was little.
Her long black hair flowed smoothly down her back, reaching her waist, and shimmered faintly under the sunlight.
On the left side of her bangs was a small ponytail, the black strand hanging straight down and stopping just above her still-flat chest.
Her big eyes were still as watery and bright as ever, and her long lashes fluttered gently, giving off an unintentional charm that made people want to keep staring.
Her delicate little face radiated a peaceful and serene aura.
With her small, elegant nose and cherry-like lips, just looking at her made people want to lean in and steal a kiss.
She was unspeakably adorable.
She stood under the tree in a light pink dress, arms outstretched, head tilted slightly upward at a 45-degree angle toward the sky, eyes half-closed as if she were feeling something.
In that moment, she looked like a fairy untouched by the mortal world—so beautiful, so serene.
Every day, just as the sun peeked over the horizon, Bai Ling would already be standing under this tree.
Ever since she was reborn, she had come here every single day without fail, rain or shine.
Because this tree was a cherry blossom tree.
Her little sister from her past life had loved cherry blossoms. What Bai Ling hadn’t expected was that even in this world, cherry blossom trees still existed.
So she treated this tree as a gift from the heavens, a form of comfort.
She came here every day, hoping to find traces of her sister in its petals.
“Xiao Ling, why are you still here?” A voice with a hint of playful scolding came from behind her.
The speaker was a girl who looked about 80% similar to Bai Ling.
The only difference was her silver hair, which looked like winter snow, cascading freely down her back.
Her emerald green eyes sparkled, and her skin, smooth as warm jade, reflected a faint red glow under the sunlight.
The black shirt she wore outlined her delicate shoulders, and the pure black bow at her chest matched her slender figure perfectly, giving off a soft, feminine charm.
Below her elegant black pleated skirt were a pair of slender, beautiful legs mostly covered by white over-the-knee socks.
Bai Ling turned her head to look at the newcomer—it was her older sister, Bai Ting.
Hearing her sister’s voice, Bai Ling tilted her head in confusion and asked, “What is it?” The gesture came naturally.
Ever since her reincarnation, being in a girl’s body had gradually erased the remnants of her past life as a boy.
Now, she had fully become the girl she was born as in this life.
“You’re asking me what? Didn’t Dad say someone from the Qiao family is coming today? We’re supposed to go with him to greet the guests!” Bai Ting looked at her little sister, and when she saw her tilt her head like that, she was completely overwhelmed by the cuteness.
She immediately reached out with her soft, boneless hands and pinched Bai Ling’s cheeks hard, rubbing them back and forth.
The scolding tone from earlier vanished, replaced by a face full of affection.
Bai Ling was already used to her sister’s cheek-pinching antics.
After all these years, it had happened so many times that she didn’t even bother resisting anymore.
As long as her sister was happy, it was fine.
So Bai Ling gently placed her still slightly chubby, baby-soft hands on her sister’s and slowly pried them off her cheeks, freeing her face.
Her movements were light and gentle, exuding a softness that came from deep within.
It was exactly this softness that made Bai Ting love bullying her.
As Bai Ting often said, “The softer and more pitiful you are, the more I want to bully you.”
“But I don’t wanna go,” Bai Ling said, looking straight into her sister’s eyes.
Hearing that, Bai Ting let go of her hands and stared back at her sister.
The two of them locked eyes, big eyes staring into smaller ones.
After about ten seconds, Bai Ting was the first to speak.
“You don’t wanna go? Well, that’s perfect.
If you’re not going, then how about you stay and play with me~” she said, flashing a little fang and grinning mischievously.
She reached out with clawed fingers, ready to pounce on Bai Ling.
Seeing her sister’s pervy expression, Bai Ling shivered as if remembering something traumatic.
She definitely didn’t want to be toyed with again.
So she gave in.
“F-Fine, I’ll go.”
Bai Ting looked at her sister’s soft, helpless expression and felt a sudden urge to play more, but remembering that guests were coming today, she reluctantly said, “Alright then, let’s go!” Without waiting for a response, she grabbed Bai Ling’s little hand and started dragging her home.
“Mm.” Bai Ling softly responded as she stared at her sister’s back, letting herself be pulled along.
They didn’t talk much on the way back.
Bai Ling knew her sister was usually a chatterbox, so she had no idea why she was being so quiet today.
If Bai Ling knew what her sister was thinking, she’d probably break free and run away on the spot.
Because right now, Bai Ting was thinking: Hmph! Such a cute little sister, and she won’t even play with me.
She’s been getting more and more disobedient lately.
Next time, I’m definitely going to give her a proper lesson.
Once they got home, Bai Ting dragged Bai Ling straight to the main hall.
As they entered, they saw two people sitting on the sofa in the center.
The man on the left was Bai Ling’s father, Bai Mo.
Next to him sat a young woman—obviously Bai Ling’s mother, Yue Xin.
Yue Xin looked like she had just turned twenty, with no trace of age on her face.
Anyone who didn’t know better would never guess she was already in her thirties.
Her long, slender legs were completely exposed, and any leg fetishist uncle who saw them would probably be obsessed for years.
Her snow-white skin and full chest hadn’t lost their proud shape with time.
Her delicate face and silver hair, tied up behind her head, gave her a mature, seductive charm on top of her dominant aura.
