Her father had just been dragged into jail, and her family's seemingly unbreakable property suddenly collapsed.
As for me, I was just a spineless coward. Listening to the people around me pointing fingers, my heart trembled, my hands loosened, and I just left her in the mess.
In the days that followed, she crawled around in the ruins alone, gritting her teeth and letting the family stand up again. But the wound I left on her is like a scar that will never heal, always hurting there...
In order to get back at me, she used family interests in exchange to drag me back to her. From then on, we were under the same roof, but we were strangers.
Countless nights, she shouted at me like she was crazy: "Why aren't you dead yet?" That voice sent shivers down my spine.
I'm fine now. The terminal illness has caught up with me. As she wished, I'm really going to die.
Such a beautiful book is rare.