After I Disappeared, My Two Childhood Friends Went Mad with Regret

For the past fifteen years, the two Su sisters had shown me their affection without the slightest attempt to hide it.

Just when I thought they would always be my little rays of sunshine,

the arrival of a poor student turned those fifteen years of friendship into a joke.

Just to make her happy,

they beat my cat, whom I'd raised for ten years, to death, then pushed me down the stairs.

I lay on the floor, groaning in pain, while they laughed with the poor student.

They let her take a picture of me in my miserable state and post it online, mocking me as a useless freeloader.

Before I passed out, I met the Su sisters' mocking, taunting gazes. At last, I gave up on them completely.