After My Memories Were Broadcast to Everyone, My Sweet Adoptive Sister Dropped the Act

When the earthquake struck, I did everything I could to drag my hungover mother and brother out of the rubble.

But the first thing they did after getting out was send their adopted daughter, whose arm was injured, for treatment.

I was left in the rubble, covered in blood.

They thought that if I had the strength to pull them out, I had the strength to get out on my own.

But they overlooked my blood-soaked hands and the rebar that had pierced my belly.

They also overlooked the faint tremors in the ground, a sign of aftershocks...