My brother defied the rules of the novel world for my sake. Instead of doting on the fake heiress who was its heroine, he chose to care for me, the real heiress.
Every time he treated me kindly, the System shocked him.
My brother said he would rather be shocked to death than stop being good to his own little sister.
But on the eve of the day I was to give a speech as the outstanding graduate, I was kidnapped and taken to an abandoned construction site. A gang of thugs took turns humiliating me, broke all four of my limbs, and cut out my tongue.
At the height of my despair, I somehow connected to my brother’s System.
[Host, you sent the gang my real-time location so they could torture your own sister until she was disabled. Are you not going to call them off?]
My brother’s voice was as cold as jade.
“I can’t help it! This part of the plot has to happen. We can’t have Wanwan go through it, can we?”
“Besides, Shen Tong is the destined heroine of a story where everyone dotes on her. She can recover completely no matter how badly she’s hurt! It’s just making the best use of what we have.”
“When all this is over, I’ll be twice as good to her.”
My heart died.
I stopped fighting death.
