Chapter 1

The autopsy report of my daughter revealed she had been drugged and subjected to long-term beatings and abuse before her death.

I admit I wasn't a good mother. It wasn't until after Lily's death that I finally acknowledged this fact.

Night after night, I was haunted by nightmares. In my dreams, my daughter, covered in blood, would say to me, "Mom, avenge me."

I had pushed her towards the abyss in my desire for her to succeed.

I spent all my savings on plastic surgery, forged a new identity, and finally managed to infiltrate this prestigious preschool.

Don't cry, Lily. Mom is here to avenge you.

I removed the layers of bandages from my head. When I looked in the mirror again, I couldn't help but marvel.

What a beauty.

Willow-leaf eyebrows, double eyelids - a strange combination, yet exuding charm.

The plastic surgeon asked me, "Can I take a photo to use as a template?"

I smiled and declined.

It's best if this face isn't exposed to the public too much.

After a few days of recovery, I went for an interview at an elite preschool called Pink White Purple.

The vice principal who interviewed me was very satisfied with my qualifications. After a series of questions, I passed the interview.

As I was about to leave, she asked why someone fluent in four languages and with overseas experience would want to be a preschool teacher.

I smiled and said, "The flowers of our nation deserve the best protection."