After I Died, My Whole Family Regretted It

On the day of my god-sister's wedding reception, I committed suicide. Her biological parents gave her the family company as a wedding gift in public. My brother said I was an ungrateful white-eyed wolf. Little did they know that I was already thinking about death. When I picked up the knife, my relatives said that I was just pretending and told me to get out of here and not interfere with their good daughter's wedding. With one blow, I returned to the age of fifteen. This time, they begged me to be their daughter. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.