Lowell Village was buzzing with activity today.
Numerous cameras had been set up around the village. Mayor Miller was sending his granddaughter to the big city to shoot a television show, and to celebrate, he had set off a massive string of firecrackers.
The cameras quickly captured the footage of the departing car, and by all rights, the crew should have been taking a break.
"What are you filming?" the director asked.
"That little kid. She's really pretty. Why isn't she the one going to record the show?" the cameraman replied.
"Oh, you mean Daisy Lowell. She is pretty... but the people in Lowell Village say she's stupid and greedy. They claim she steals, lies constantly, swears like a sailor, and has absolutely no manners." The director shook his head.
The cameraman stared at the girl on the monitor, unable to help but mutter under his breath.
Stupid and greedy?
She didn't look like it at all.
Through the small viewfinder, the child named Daisy Lowell was being jostled around by the crowd of villagers.
She had to grip her woven basket tightly, her knuckles turning white from the strain.
If one were to look closer, they would see her hands were covered in scars—the kind left behind by blisters that had popped and healed over and over again.
Soon, the villagers began to disperse, and Daisy, with her large basket on her back, headed in the opposite direction.
The cameraman couldn't help but wonder: *Where is she going? Where are her parents?*
*
Daisy went out to pick mushrooms.
She could sell them for a few cents.
Autumn came early to Lowell Village. It had been raining for days on end, causing a massive bloom of mushrooms.
If she found any rotten ones, she could take them home and boil them for soup.
Trudging along the muddy path, Daisy swallowed hard, her mouth watering despite herself.
Meanwhile, the director was already speaking into the camera. "Hello, everyone. In about ten minutes, the other star of our show, Xavier Sterling, will be arriving in Lowell Village."
This reality show, titled *Trading Lives*, was broadcast entirely via livestream, allowing netizens to interact in real-time through the comment section.
The viewers were already buzzing with anticipation.
[Wow, no wonder they say bad environments breed bad people! Such a pretty kid, but her personality is absolute trash.]
[Forget about the kid! The Sterling heir! The Sterling heir is coming!]

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