Mom Buried Me Alive to Accompany My Sister in Death

The house was on fire, but Mom wasn't home.

The door to my room was locked from the outside. There was nowhere for me to escape.

The raging flames reduced the home that held so many happy memories for our family of three to ashes.

In my previous life, Mom rushed back to save me the instant she got my call.

She missed the time to pick up my older sister from school, and my sister was hit by a truck, her face beyond recognition. She was forever frozen at the age of eighteen.

Mom held me in her arms and said with relief, "Thank goodness you're all right!"

But on the seventh day after my sister's death, she personally broke all four of my limbs and stuffed me into my sister's coffin.

"The house was on fire. Couldn't you get out by yourself? Shen Nianchu, you deliberately called me home so I wouldn't get to see Linlin one last time."

"You're always trying to take things from Linlin, aren't you? You can have half this coffin too. Go down there and beg your sister's forgiveness!"

Mom buried me alive, and I suffocated underground.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day our house caught fire.

This time, Mom decisively abandoned me and went to save my sister.

I decided I didn't want her anymore.