Falling in the Snow Together, Sharing the Same White Hair

Everything from my previous life might have been stagnant in the year of my adulthood.

The most profound memory before my death was the thousands of people surrounding my mansion.

They smashed the door. Trash was thrown through the window, hitting my face.

The smelling liquid flowed from my head to the ground.

Looking at these twisted and resentful faces, I listened to their malicious curses.

"Give us back the life of Princess Laura!"

"Why do you want to take everything?"

"Your sister has suffered enough!"

So, I resolutely hanged myself and ended my life.

...

Waking up again, I looked at the clear scene before me. I was stunned.

I saw a familiar and innocent girl smile in front of me, but she seemed much younger.

Laura Kim was wearing plain clothes and sitting straight in front of me.

The decorations in the room were familiar. It was the Snow Palace where I lived before leaving the palace.

Laura smiled kindly. Every time she framed me, she was like this, naturally making others defenseless.

"Linda, if I say it was you who stole it from me, Father will not spare you."

She pointed at a white hairpin in my hands.

I was stunned for a moment. Then I was enlightened.

So, it was this day.

On this day, Laura falsely accused me of stealing her hairpin. Thus, I began my tragic life.

Seeing me silent for a while, she smiled more brightly.

"Linda, are you ready for Father's arrival?"

Indifferently, I looked at her with a gloomy expression.

"Laura, are you sure it was me who took your hairpin?"

Laura became even more proud.

"It depends on what I say."

After a moment of sneering, I no longer hesitated.

Like a fierce tiger, I pounced on her and pulled off all our headgear, messing up our hair.

I suffered a lot of humiliation abroad in my previous life. I thus learned many secret tricks.

I knew well how to make someone endure all kinds of torment and make someone appear unscathed.

Laura and I fought together. I was covered in bruises, while she suffered internal injuries that couldn't be diagnosed.

Soon, Father Emperor arrived. He saw the large patches of bruises and cuts on my body, with blood oozing out.

On the other hand, Laura's clothes and skin were intact. I had torn off her headdress.

Father wanted to blame me, but he couldn't find a reason.

I was one step ahead, crying and recounting my miserable experience. Even though Father favored Laura, he had to maintain his image as an emperor in front of the maids.

If Laura were to cry and complain again, no one would believe her.

But Father asked me to forgive Laura and let it go.

In my previous life, I was punished by kneeling in front of Laura's palace for the whole night.

"Father, you are truly biased."