In a previous life, my sister adopted a boy and I adopted a girl.
She wanted to keep a firm hold on the family's assets, and she even laughed at me and said, "What's the use of a girl's movie?"
But later, the boy adopted by his sister got into a fight at school and got killed, causing him to lose all his savings.
And the girl I adopted was spotted by the director and became a child star, making money every day.
My sister couldn't accept it and encouraged her adopted son to kill me.
When we opened our eyes again, we were back at the orphanage.
This time, the elder sister picked up the girl first and said, "Good girl, I will be your mother from now on."
I looked at the boy who lowered his head and said nothing, smiled and held his hand.
My sister has lived two lifetimes, but she still doesn't understand the words "Everything depends on people".
