My older sister died in a car accident on her way back to attend my college admission celebration. Her body was never found.
Ever since then, every year on that day, my parents and older brother would force me to kneel before her grave and repent.
On the day I graduated from college, I was followed by a criminal.
I frantically called my parents and brother for help, but my brother, a police officer, hung up on me.
My mother immediately scolded me: "I knew you just didn't want to go apologize to Niannian. Now you can't even come up with a convincing lie."
My father chimed in: "Since you're so unwilling, you can kneel for two more days."
The criminal brutally murdered me, and my brother, the police officer in charge of my case, didn't even recognize me.
Later, the real heiress returned, pregnant and holding a child by the hand, with the delinquent boy her family had once looked down on.
When they learned the truth about my brutal murder, they all went mad.
