The Little Shadow Behind the Story
I was the youngest sister of the heroine in a reverse harem novel. After recovering from a serious illness, I became the favorite of the female lead—so much so that I used my influence to take down the trashy male leads who kept hurting my sister.
*”Lili, how are you feeling? Do you want some cake?”*
*”Lili, you’re so pretty—just like your sister! Here, have some cookies. Oh, and make sure to tell her your amazing brother gave them to you.”*
*”Why don’t you go play over there for a bit? I need to talk to your sister and uncle.”*
For some reason, all the male leads seemed desperate to win me over.
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*”I don’t play with ugly kids.”*
The boy in front of me scowled as he muttered those words.
*Excuse me? Did you really just say that?*
Fine. Time to teach him a lesson.
I tugged softly on my sister’s sleeve and shook my head.
*”I don’t like him. And I don’t like the brother who brought him here, either.”*
At that moment, Cedric’s face went white—like a man who’d just been handed a death sentence.
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