When my parents divorced, my sister followed my mother, who was a noble daughter of the royal family, and I followed my father, a poor scholar. Unexpectedly, my mother was forced to throw herself into a well and died, but my father became famous for a while and was reborn. My sister hugged my father's arm without hesitation. My sister thinks you are poor, but a daughter follows my father. Suffering is sweet. I silently stood behind my mother. OK, someone finally took that hellish fate for me. Seeing my sister throw herself into my father's arms without hesitation, I knew that she was also reborn.
