Dad has always regarded me as my aunt's blood bag.
Three months after my death, my father found my mother's residence after the divorce and asked me to go and make a match for my aunt.
Mom said I was dead.
He pushed his mother impatiently: "Can you stop being so boring? Are you even cursing your own daughter?"
"She is the only one who can save my sister now. Drawing some blood will not kill her."
But he broke into the room and saw my portrait.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
