After being murdered by my whole family, I was reborn

Chapter 1845 In her heart, we two are the ones who play the role of mother.

“Everyone says orphans are the most pitiful, but when they were around, we lived in hell,” Er Ya said sarcastically. “Without them, we live happily.”

Sanya nodded in agreement, her eyes filled with gratitude: "We have to thank Sister Xiaoyue for all of this. If it weren't for her, we wouldn't be living such a good life." Before their parents divorced, Daya and Erya had to go out to work to support the family after graduating from junior high school. She and Siya had endless farm work to do every day, and often suffered from hunger, cold, and arbitrary beatings and scoldings. But now, they lived happily, as if they were soaking in a honey pot. They asked curiously, "Why did you suddenly dream about her? Did you dream that she came back to find us?"

Er Ya: "...I dreamt that she died." She stared nervously at San Ya's reaction.

Sanya paused for a moment, then suddenly laughed. "Good people don't live long, but evil people live a thousand years. Dreams are always the opposite of reality. She doesn't know how well she's living." Her mother gave her life, and she should have hoped that her mother would live to be a hundred years old, but she could never forget the hellish life of being beaten and scolded as a child. She still resented her mother.

Seeing that she didn't take it seriously at all, Er Ya tentatively asked again, "What if your dream comes true? Will you be sad? Will Big Sister and Siya be sad?"

“It’s just a dream, you’re overthinking it.” Sanya’s smile vanished, replaced by resentment. “When I was little, I didn’t dare to hate her, afraid she would beat me even harder.”

“She hasn’t come back to see us since her divorce.”

"Even if your dream is true, so what if she dies? I don't care at all."

"Big sister, I don't know, you should ask her yourself. As for Siya, you and I raised her together, and in her heart, we are the ones who act as her mother."

Er Ya was silent for a while, then took the fruit plate out and placed it on the coffee table, inviting Dong Chan and Qiu Yu to enjoy it. She then went to the kitchen and brought out the same plate, taking it into S Ya's room.

Siya was doing her homework at the table, while Zhang Ran sat quietly beside her, pointing out any mistakes she made.

Hearing someone enter the room, the two looked over at the same time.

Si Ya called out sweetly, "Second Sister."

Er Ya placed the fruit on the table. "If you're tired of writing, take a break, eat some fruit, and then continue writing."

It was too cold. Zhang Ran didn't like eating fruit, so she stood up and said, "I'll go get a cup of tea."

"Oh dear! I forgot to pour you some tea!" Er Ya chuckled and slapped her forehead.

Siya quickly put down her pen and said, "I'll go pour tea for Sister Xiaoyue."

The two watched as Siya ran out of the room.

Er Ya withdrew her gaze, leaned closer to Zhang Ran and whispered, "I just tested San Ya by saying that I dreamt that my mother died."

Zhang Ran raised an eyebrow slightly, waiting for her to continue.

Seeing her reaction, Er Ya continued, "San Ya doesn't care. You go out later, and I'll try Si Ya."

Zhang Ran frowned slightly: "Why make it so complicated?"

Er Ya paused for a moment: "The truth will always come out eventually, and there are no secrets that stay hidden forever. I'll give them a heads-up so they can accept the news of her death calmly when they find out later."

"Alright." Zhang Ran saw Siya walk in with a cup of tea and immediately made an excuse to leave: "I'm going to the restroom." She brushed past Siya and closed the door behind her.

The tea was too hot, so Si Ya put down the teacup and rubbed her hands together to cool it down.

Er Ya immediately stepped forward, grabbed her hands, and examined them closely. Seeing that her fingers were red from the heat, she scolded her with concern, "You're not a child anymore. If you feel it's hot, can't you wrap it up before bringing it over?"