After I was found by my biological parents, I always longed for family affection, so I held my nerve and pretended to be good in front of everyone, trying to be a good kid who was sensible and didn't fight for anything.
As a result, the system I was suddenly bound to told me that even if I worked hard for them all my life, not only would I not get recognition and love, but I would also be laughed at and looked down upon by the entire wealthy family.
Finally, when I was sick and lying alone in the hospital ward, my family was celebrating the award for my adopted sister.
Okfine, you are unkind and unjust to me, sweep away morality, be yourself
My adopted sister wanted to steal something from me, but if I didn't give it to her, my eccentric parents would accuse her: "Your sister has been spoiled since she was a child, unlike you who was used to being wild in the countryside. Why did you give her more time?"
I slapped my adopted sister with my backhand and said, "The child's squeamishness won't heal. It's probably just an act. Just give her a slap and it'll be fine."
Since becoming immoral, my overall spirit has become much better.
