On the day of the wedding of my pregnant adopted daughter and my fiancé, I was hit by a car and fell off a cliff.
Before I lost consciousness, my mother's curses were still ringing in my ears.
"If you don't come back today, never come back. It's best to die outside!"
"An'an is enough for us in this life. You are here to collect debts."
I slowly rotted into a pile of bones under the cliff overrun by snakes, insects, rats, and ants.
Half a year later, a group of travel friends discovered my remains at the foot of the cliff.
But when my family members who once hated me learned about it, they were all so miserable that they almost went crazy.
