I thought my life had reached rock bottom until I personally sold the memories with my sister.
That day, in order to pay 500 yuan for extracurricular activities, I was desperate and facing the strange light screen in my mind, I pressed "confirm" tremblingly.
[Wish fulfilled: 5,000 yuan has been received] [Price paid: The memory of my sister's tenth birthday has been permanently deleted]
The brand-new banknotes fell on the table, and what disappeared at the same time was the sweetness of the cake, her smiling face under the candlelight, and the soft words "Brother is the best."
I held the money stained with the smell of copper and looked into her innocent eyes, feeling my stomach churn.
This is not a gift at all, but a contract with the devil.
The phone suddenly lit up, and a message came from an unknown number: "Newbie? The price is just the beginning. Next time it may be your left hand, or the existence of your parents." "If you want to live, go to the 'Wangyou' bookstore at three o'clock tomorrow."
I squeezed my sister's hand tightly, and cold sweat soaked my back.
What would you give in exchange for tomorrow? My life has just begun to fall into the abyss...
