Three Months After Her Death, My Father Asked Me to Draw Blood for My Aunt.

My father always regarded me as my aunt's blood bag. Three months after my death, my father found the divorced stepmother's residence and asked me to go and make a match for my aunt. Mom said I was dead. But 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 when he broke into the room, what he saw was my portrait. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.