After I, the Group's Pariah, Died, They Dragged the Heroine Down with Them

When I was seven, my parents were taken from me in a deliberately arranged car accident.

My brother hardened his heart and sent me to an orphanage, ignoring my cries.

He said, “Zhaozhao, it’s too dangerous around me. Once I’ve taken care of everything, I’ll come bring you home.”

He had no idea he’d sent me to a cruel orphanage, where I struggled desperately and tried to end my life more than once.

But I worried about my brother. If I died, he would be heartbroken. Clinging to that thought, I held on.

When I turned eighteen, my brother came to bring me home with his adopted sister, Liu Xixi.

Taking Liu Xixi’s hand, he said with an apologetic look, “Zhaozhao, Xixi has been through so much, following me from place to place. She hasn’t had the stable, comfortable life you’ve had all these years. Please be patient with her.”

I smiled and nodded, but thought to myself that now my brother had someone by his side, I could die in peace.

Later, my brother wept uncontrollably at my bedside, begging me to look at him. But I could never open my eyes again.