After the Disgusted Me Died, They Took the Heroine and Died Together

"When I was seven years old, my parents were taken away in a deliberately arranged car accident. My brother had a hard heart and sent me to an orphanage despite my cries. He said: "Chaochao, it's too dangerous around my brother. Once everything is resolved, my brother will come to take you home. " My brother didn't know that he sent me to a black-hearted orphanage, where I struggled hard and thought about dying many times. But I felt sorry for my brother. He would be sad if I died. With this thought, I persisted. When I was eighteen years old, my brother came to take me home with his adopted sister Liu Xixi. The elder brother held Liu Xixi's hand with a guilty look on his face: "Chaochao, Xixi has followed me all the way around and has suffered too much. She is not as stable and happy as you have been over the years. Please give her more. " I smiled and nodded, thinking in my heart that my brother had someone to accompany him, so I could die with peace of mind. Later, my brother cried until he lost his voice in front of my hospital bed, begging me to look at him, but I could no longer open my eyes. "