After I Was Framed for Bullying, My Brother Sent Me to a School of Feminine Virtue

The delicate little white flower my brother likes accused me of bullying her.

In a fit of rage, my brother, the only family I had, sent me to a school for female virtue to be reformed.

Later, I became the good little sister he wanted: someone who never fought back or reached for anything.

But when he got hold of my medical records, he went mad.

“Ningning, please, call me ‘big brother’ just one more time!”