My daughter had just died when my wife promptly signed the consent form to donate her body, handing her over to her junior fellow disciple for experiments.
Naturally, I refused. I threatened to kill myself, but my wife only said indifferently, “I owe my junior fellow disciple this. Besides, no matter what I do, you’re the one I love. Don’t make a fuss over nothing.”
I watched helplessly as my daughter’s body was torn to pieces. In the end, one casual remark that the experiment had failed was all it took for her to be treated like garbage. My wife didn’t care at all. She was busy finding a new test subject for her precious junior fellow disciple.
Only then did I learn that my daughter’s illness hadn’t been that serious. My wife had dragged things out until she died.
Fine, fine. Since my wife cares so much about her junior fellow disciple, she can be his test subject herself. I won’t let either of those scumbags get away with it.
It's so beautiful. I watched it during my vacation.