I've been antisocial since I was little.
So when I was five, my own mother abandoned me at my grandmother's home in the countryside, and I grew up eating meals given to me by neighbors.
That was until I turned fifteen.
My grandmother was diagnosed with cancer and needed money for chemotherapy.
Following the neighbor's advice, I rushed to my biological parents' home in the middle of the night.
Looking at the two faces before me, utterly unfamiliar yet somewhat like my own, I said without expression, "Your mother is sick and needs money for treatment. Give me a million, or I'm not leaving."
My parents' faces changed, and they hurried to scrape together the money, hoping to make me leave.
Just then, my biological older brother and sister, along with the little girl their parents had adopted, hurried back.
My heartless older brother said, "Don't think that just because you've come back, you're my sister. The only sister I'll ever acknowledge is Lian'er!"
My cold-blooded older sister said, "You haven't been with us since you were little. We've already gotten used to having Lian'er here. Don't even dream of taking her place."
