Blurb：
I was bound to a Sickness and Transmigration System when I died from stage four stomach cancer at eighteen. Waking up as Vivian Lambert, the true daughter of the wealthy Lambert family, I found myself in a body already suffering from stomach cancer – just like my previous life. The Lamberts brought me home six months ago, but they’re completely obsessed with Iris Lambert, the fake daughter they’ve cherished for sixteen years.
My three brothers – Jake Lambert, Leon Lambert, and the unnamed third brother – constantly protect Iris while mistreating me. Mr. and Mrs. Lambert shower all their affection on their adopted daughter, worried my presence might hurt their “precious girl.” When Jake threw curry-covered fish at my face during dinner, accusing me of ignoring Iris, I realized this family would never accept me.
The original Vivian took sleeping pills today, unable to bear the stomach pain and coughing blood alone. Like me, she was an orphan who found her biological parents too late. Now bonded to this transmigration system, I must navigate this wealthy family drama while battling illness. Housekeeper Maria seems to be the only one who cares as I face the Lambert family’s cruelty and Iris’s manipulative apologies.
Content：
I was bound to a Sickness and Transmigration system.
I woke up in the body of Vivian Lambert, the true daughter of a wealthy family—the one everyone looked down upon.
Everyone adored the carefully cherished fake daughter who had been with the family for sixteen years.
My three older brothers, afraid I might take anything that belonged to their beloved adopted sister, mocked and belittled me at every turn.
My biological parents, worried my presence would hurt their precious girl, poured all their affection and compensation onto her instead.
None of them ever stopped to consider how I might feel.
They mistook my quiet longing for family as a threat—as petty jealousy.
Later, I was dying.
It was then that my second brother found the diary hidden beneath my pillow.
They completely broke down.
I was bound to a system that transmigrated me into a sickly body.
I woke up as the real daughter, Vivian Lambert, who had been brought back to the wealthy Lambert family six months ago.
On my first day here,
I was drenched by a plate of food thrown right at my face.
Hot, freshly made curry sauce dripped from my cheek down to my neck, and pieces of fish rolled off my clothes onto the floor.
It stung.
I stared blankly at the boy in front of me.
There wasn’t a trace of emotion in my dark eyes.
Everyone else was startled by his actions, too.
Mrs. Lambert gasped, “Jake, what on earth are you doing?!”
Jake Lambert’s face showed a flicker of regret, but his words were full of blame.
“It’s because she walks around with that dead look on her face! Didn’t you hear Iris trying to talk to her?”
Iris immediately put on a guilty expression.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was because of me…”
She looked at me with apologetic eyes.
“Jake didn’t mean it. Viv, can I apologize for him?”
Jake wouldn’t have it.
“Who does she think she is, to deserve an apology from you? Iris, why do you even bother with her?!”
I gave a faint, cold smile.
I really wanted to know—what did they think the original Vivian was worth?
I looked at Iris, surrounded by her three brothers, wearing a pristine white dress, her hair perfectly styled.
And then there was me, stained yellow with curry, reeking of food without even having to look down.
Iris.
The family’s treasured jewel.
That name was never meant to be hers.
I ignored Iris.
I picked up the one remaining piece of fish that had landed on my lap, mixed it with the leftover sauce on my lips, and swallowed.
It didn’t taste like what I remembered.
I got up to leave.
“I’m full. I’ll go back to my room now. Thank you.”
As I turned, I met the worried gaze of the housekeeper, Maria. I gave her a faint smile.
The dining table fell into an awkward silence.
Mr. and Mrs. Lambert looked displeased.
The oldest brother, Leon Lambert, said sternly, “Jake, you went too far this time. Vivian didn’t do anything.”
In my original world, I was already dead.
Stage four stomach cancer. Died at eighteen.
I died from the pain.
All alone.
Not a single person by my side.
Besides that one piece of fish just now, I hadn’t eaten real food in almost three months.
Maybe the system took pity on me and brought me to this world.
This body also has stomach cancer.
But it hasn’t reached the terminal stage yet.
The system told me the original girl took sleeping pills and ended her life today.
Frequent stomach pains and coughing up blood made her realize something was wrong.
But she was too afraid to speak up—too scared to trouble the Lamberts.
Too scared to make her family hate her even more.
So she chose to leave this world quietly.
How foolish. The Lamberts are rich—with treatment, she might have had a chance.
This family is a joke.
They didn’t even notice their own daughter was sick after having her back for half a year.
“Why did I come here?”
A girl who suffered just like me.
Also an orphan since childhood.
Also had stomach cancer.
Maybe she was a little luckier than me.
She was found by her biological parents at sixteen.
Or maybe she was even more unfortunate.
She never got to feel a single ounce of unconditional love before she became an angel.
The system stayed silent.
“My arrival seems to have made the symptoms worse?”
Feeling the blood in my throat, I asked the system.
The system replied, “Yes. Same as your original condition. You might not make it past eighteen.”
“But with treatment—”
I cut it off flatly. “I’m not treating it.”
Whatever. Sooner or later, it’s all the same. Besides, I don’t want to live.
The pain hit in the middle of the night, a familiar, grinding ache deep in my gut that left me curled tight, sweat beading on my forehead.
It was just like before—the endless, wakeful nights of my past life.
There was nothing in my room. Parched and restless, I slipped out into the darkened hallway and felt my way downstairs to get water.
But I ran into my second brother, Jacob Lambert, in the living room.
Jacob was a professional gamer. Two or three AM was a normal hour for him.
He noticed me immediately, his expression hardening in the dim light.
Jacob was the quiet one in the Lambert family.
In the six months since the real Vivian had returned, he’d never once given her a kind look.
I ignored him. Probably my mere existence annoyed him.
Hunching slightly against the pain, I made my way to the kitchen.
I didn’t realize Jacob was startled by how I looked.
Under the soft glow of the night light in the living room,
He clearly saw I was covered in sweat from pain, my lips pale.
Apart from the burned red marks on my cheek, my skin was a frightening, frighteningly white.
I was used to my own pain-contorted face, so I didn’t give it a secong thought.
Leaning against the cool marble of the sink to catch my breath, the familiar metallic taste surged up my throat—I was vomiting blood.
“Guh—”
The violent heaving brought involuntary tears to my eyes.
There was a sound at the kitchen entrance. Jacob had followed me in.
I quickly twisted the faucet, washing the blood down the drain, then cupped my hands under the stream to drink directly from the tap. The cold water was a shock.
Then I heard Jacob say in a low voice, “If you want water, drink warm water. The cold water will upset your stomach.”
I murmured a non-committal “Mm,” keeping my head down as I tried to slip past him.
The original Vivian had barely spoken to this brother. I didn’t want any entanglement with this family either.
But Jacob grabbed my wrist.
I turned to look at him, voice hoarse. “Jacob, what is it?”
Up close, Jacob got a clearer look at the burn marring my cheek.
He was silent for a moment, then frowned. “Why haven’t you treated that burn?”
I looked at his seemingly impatient expression.
He probably thought this was just another bid for attention.
I pulled my wrist back and nodded vaguely. “Yeah, I’m going back up now.”
Because he was standing so close, Jacob reached past me and turned on the overhead light, his frown deepening as he glanced at the sink.
Even though the blood had been diluted by water,
He had sharp eyes- he still noticed faint traces of red swirling down the drain…
The next morning, I went downstairs and bumped into Jake right at the staircase.
The original host’s third brother was the one who held the most hostility toward her.
He and Iris were close in age and the most deeply bonded.
Maybe it was because he was young—all he understood was that the sister he’d loved and protected since childhood was suddenly being replaced.
This new person was here to take everything away from Iris.
He took all his frustration out on his biological sister.
He resented her for shattering their perfect life.
Little did he know, the original Vivian was the most innocent one.
Jake glanced at the obvious burn on my face, his gaze wavering slightly.
He deliberately didn’t speak, waiting for me to greet him first.
But I didn’t even glance his way and walked straight past.
Mr. Lambert’s cold voice cut through the hall, “Aren’t you a little old to be walking around with an untreated burn? What will people think seeing you like this?”
Mr. Lambert was a traditional patriarch. He cared more about reputation than family.
He was probably just worried I’d embarrass him.
Besides, the original host had only been back six months. She couldn’t play an instrument, lacked refinement, had mediocre grades—she had no value to him.
Mrs. Lambert also looked at me with clear disapproval.
I laughed coldly to myself.
If this were Iris, they would’ve rushed her to the hospital immediately.
But last night, not a single person had asked if the burn hurt.
If I was still hungry after barely touching my dinner.
Their favoritism was honestly ridiculous.
“There’s no first-aid kit in my room.”
The words hung in the air, leaving the Lamberts speechless.
Of course the primary bedrooms in the Lambert estate were fully stocked.
But when they brought their biological daughter home, they had placed her in a guest room.
The guest room was naturally lacking in supplies.
The original Vivian had even been using the shared bathroom.
Not a single person had suggested giving her a proper room.
Mrs. Lambert looked at her daughter’s face—so similar to her own—now angry red burn, and a flicker of panic stirred within her.
If it were Iris, the slightest scratch would have the whole family fussing.
Why was it that with Vivian, she just stayed silent?
Why couldn’t she be as endearing as Iris?
Jake stubbornly said, “You didn’t say anything. How were we supposed to know it was this bad?”
A fresh wave of pain started spreading in my upper abdomen. I couldn’t help but curl in on myself.
The metallic taste of blood rose in my throat.
I tightened my grip on my backpack straps and said hoarsely, “I’m going to school.”
Jake frowned.
Maybe it was his imagination, but Vivian’s posture seemed off…
After the original Vivian had been found, she’d transferred to the same private school as Jake and Iris.
But Iris didn’t want to share a car with her, afraid people would find out she wasn’t a real Lambert.
So the original Vivian always went to school alone.
Over those six months, thanks to Iris’s hints, she endured a lot of bullying.
But that foolish girl had borne it all silently.
Probably because she knew that even if she spoke up, no one would care.
Her family wouldn’t believe it had anything to do with Iris.
As soon as I pulled my textbook out from my desk, I saw the fake cockroach glued to its cover.
A few girls waiting to laugh, were already smirking.
If it were the original Vivian, she would’ve just taken it.
But for me, dealing with this kind of thing was routine.
I just wanted to quietly wait for death here, but if they insisted on bothering me, I wasn’t going to be a pushover.
I picked up the book with the cockroach and walked straight over to the nearest girl who’d been watching.
I slapped the book right onto her face.
Before she could scream, I dumped all the books from her desk and found the matching textbook.
The original Vivian was always seen as quiet and unnoticeable one in class.
Today, with my burned cheek, a lot of classmates were already secretly watching me.
Now that the invisible girl was suddenly making a scene,
The whole class fell silent.
The girl shrieked and tried to claw at me once she recovered.
I grabbed a fistfuli of her hair and said coldly, “I’ll let what happened before slide. But don’t mess with me again.”
Then I pushed her away and went back to my seat to slump over the desk.
My stomach wasn’t finished. She raised her hand to slap me.
Suddenly, her wrist was caught by Liam Drake, the boy behind me.
His rebellious face darkened. “You’re annoying.”
The girl saw it was Liam Drake and immediately shut up.
Liam was the school’s notorious troublemaker.
His family had power and money. Nobody dared to cross him.
She went back to her seat and exchanged knowing looks with the other girls who’d been watching.
They all smiled knowingly.
The pain made it impossible to it upright. Cold sweat coated my forehead. I bit my lip hard, fighting the rising bile.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t smooth out the grimace of pain.
This wasn’t right.
It shouldn’t have progressed this quickly.
This was already mid-to-late stage symptoms.
The next moment, I was lifted clean off my feet.
The screech of the chair against the floor made the whole class turn and stare.
I struggled to get out of Liam Drake’s arms, but I had no strength. He only held me tighter.
The tall, lean boy seemed to possess boundless energy.
“Stop squirming.”
It was like if he was seeing me for the first time,
“Thought you were just a quiet little mouse who’d take anything. Guess even bunnies bite back.”
As he carried me out, Liam sighed softly,
“How are you so light?”
Before we reached the infirmary, Jake Lambert came rushing down the hall and blocked our path angrily.
Jake Lambert was fuming, his voice dripping with cold sarcasm.
“Vivian, are you that desperate? Skipping class to hook up with some guy?”
“No class at all. Nothing like Iris.”
A sudden, sharp ache pierced my heart.
Emotions that weren’t mine overwhelmed my chest.
Again…
No questions, just accusations.
The physical pain intensified. Blood filled my mouth.
Tears welled in my eyes. I quickly lowered my head, refusing to acknowledge they were mine.
Through the thin fabric of my summer uniform shirt,
Liam Drake seemed to feel the hot tears. He looked momentarily panicked.
He was always hot-tempered. Impatiently, he shot back,
“Who are you? Can’t you see she’s sick? What’s your problem? If you’re sick, go see doctor yourself. Don’t take it out on her.”
He tried to lift my face, but when he glanced down, he saw the shocking red.
“Don’t scare me like this. The nurse’s office is right there.”
Even though it was just a glimpse, I saw Jake Lambert’s eyes dart toward me.
He must have seen the blood on my lips.
His face instantly paled with panic.
He made a move to follow, but Iris caught up and pulled him back.
“Jake! Why didn’t you wait for me? Why’d you run off so fast?”
Jake Lambert turned to her unhappy pout, pushed down the unease in his heart, and stayed put.
Being jostled by Liam Drake made me even more nauseous.
I pushed weakli at his chest, struggling to get the words out, “Gonna… throw up…”
Liam Drake only heard mumbling, “What did you…?”
Before he could finish, I vomited all over him.
I hadn’t eaten anything all morning. It was just stomach acid mixed with blood.
I tried to turn my head, but some of it still splattered on Liam’s clothes.
I clutched his shirt weakly and mumbled an apology.
Liam’s face darkened further. He deposited me on a sickbed and let the school nurse handle me.
Silently, he took a mop and rag and started cleaning up my vomit.
The nurse treated the burn on my face and put me on an IV drip of glucose.
“Young lady, why are you coughing up blood? Do you have any pre-existing conditions?”
The nurse urged me to get a proper check-up at a hospital for peace of mind.
I thanked her and blamed it on not eating breakfast.
I didn’t need a check-up to know what was happening to this body.
I asked the system in my mind why it was like this.
The system’s mechanical voice sounded quietly.
“Because the original host’s consciousness is fading faster.”
Meaning she wants to leave this world sooner, right?
The system stayed silent.
I understood and gave a faint smile.
Vivian,
The little girl’s name was given by her Granny.
When Granny found the baby girl in swaddling clothes, she was frozen stiff in the snow, her skin purple.
Granny thought she was dead, but the tiny fingers still twitched.
Granny took her in and named her Vivian.
Granny believed in fate.
She said keeping her was heaven’s will—and Granny’s own wish.
She raised her until she was five, then Granny passed away.
The neighbors sent the original host to an orphanage.
Later, the Lamberts brought her back and wanted to change her name.
But she refused stubbornly. It was the only thing Granny left her.
Now, Vivian no longer wanted to follow heaven’s will. She wanted to find the only one who loved her—Granny…
Maybe it was the pain, or maybe it was the girl’s sorrow merging with mine.
My eyes welled up. I stared blankly at the ceiling.
Kindred spirits—no need to have met to understand each other.
In that moment,
I wanted to hold the girl deep within this soul tightly.
I noticed Liam Drake was still there and wiped my eyes hastily.
Pursing my lips, I said, “Thanks for bringing me here.”
In my past life, I faced too much malice, always fighting alone.
Now, facing Liam who had helped me, I didn’t know how to react.
And I’d just thrown up on him…
Liam Drake raised an eyebrow. “Then to thank me, how about bringing me breakfast from now on?”
I hesitated.
I didn’t want to get too involved with anyone.
Liam Drake’s eyes flicked to my worn-out canvas shoes and he quickly added,
“I’ll give you my meal card. What? Was your thank you just empty words?”
I had no choice but to nod in agreement.
After school, I headed straight for the hospital.
My condition was deteriorating.
I needed to get some proper painkillers.
The original Vivian had a bank card—it was what Leon Lambert, the family heir, gave her as compensation when she first returned.
If over-the-counter painkillers worked, I wouldn’t even bother with the hospital.
At the gastroenterology department,
Dr. Miller was young. Maybe because the patient was a girl my age, his tone was gentle as he asked where it hurt.
For a moment, I actually felt like crying.
This kind of concern—I’d never experienced it in both lifetimes.
I gave him a faint smile. “Could you please prescribe me some morphine?”
The doctor was stunned. He seemed to doubt his own ears.
This girl was just school-aged, yet she was asking for morphine.
I continued, “If not, OxyContin, Fentanyl… anything strong will do.”
Dr. Miller was at a loss for words, his expression turning stern.
“What’s your condition, young lady? Have you been properly examined? You can’t just take powerful medication llike that.”
“Stomach cancer. Mid-stage.” I said it calmly and seriously.
His expression froze. He even seemed emotional.
“How is that possible? You’re so young. Which hospital? Which quack diagnosed you?! I’ll report them!”
His expression was kinda funny. I couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh.
“I’ve already been checked. But the pain has beenworse lately. Could you please prescribe some painkillers?”
Dr. Miller looked at the girl’s sincere face, and his heart sank.
“Does your family know?”
“You’re so young. Why not consider treatment?”
I sighed inwardly. This was another reason I didn’t want to come to the hospital.
I had to play the pity card.
“My family knows. But we can’t afford it. I have older brothers. We’ve decided not to treat it.”
Dr. Miller seemed like he wanted to say more but ultimately held his tongue.
I took the prescription and left the hospital.
I didn’t know that Liam had followed me the whole time.
Liam stood hidden behind the door, feeling a chill run through him.
After school, Liam had seen the girl walking unsteadily out of the school gate. He was worried she’d faint on the way.
Call it whatever—maybe the bond from copying homework for half a year—he ended up trailing her.
Before he knew it, he’d followed her to the hospital.
He was about to leave when a strong intuition stopped him.
Then he heard the girl had stomach cancer.
No wonder… she was coughing up blood.
Liam felt awful. He even wanted to slap himself.
He’d bullied her for half a year.
He was a monster!
And beyond that, there was an overwhelming ache in his chest…
When I got back to the Lambert house, I packed a few clothes, planning to move into the school dormitory.
But I found my belongings had already been moved.
Maria said, “Vivian, your mother changed your room.”
“It’s on the same floor as Iris’s, the easternmost room. She said it’s so you and Iris can bond.”
Maria looked at me with pity. The Lamberts’ hearts were truly biased.
The entire third floor was basically Iris’s domain, yet they gave me the room farthest to the east.
Hah.
I felt a pang of sorrow for the girl.
Was this arrangement meant to warn me that my status in this family would always be below Iris’s?
But it didn’t matter anymore.
I was moving into the dorms anyway. In less than half a year, I’d be gone from this world.
The daily pain was a constant reminder.
The girl’s desire to leave this family—to leave this world—was incredibly strong.
At the dinner table,
I told Mr. and Mrs. Lambert I was moving into the dorms.
The family, which had been chatting and laughing moments before, suddenly fell silent.
Mrs. Lambert frowned. “Why move into the dorms all of a sudden? Weren’t you happy with the room I arranged for you today?”
She suddenly remembered what Maria said this morning, “Vivian’s room is quite different from Iris’s. I’m worried the child might get the wrong idea.”
Then it dawned on her. She thought Vivian must have complained to Maria. Impatiently, she said,
“Don’t be so jealous. Iris has lived in her room for sixteen years.”
“You’ve just moved in. Don’t compare everything to Iris. If you really want something, we’ll have decorators renovate your room later.”
Mr. Lambert looked even more displeased.
“Why can’t you be half as sensible as Iris? If people find out the great Lamberts let their own daughter live in school dorms, we’ll be a laughingstock of our social circle!”
Liam thought of the boy who carried Vivian earlier and felt a spike of irritation. He spoke without thinking.
“Is it so you can sneak around with boys more easily?”
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