"Don't call me brother, Su Nianwan, you don't deserve it."
The heavy rain continued, and the corridor of the operating room was freezing cold.
When Su Nianwan turned eighteen, there were no flowers, no cakes, and no grand future.
Only her family was destroyed, and the people she trusted the most gave her a never-ending purgatory.
The work may be illogical and the writing style is childish. I hope readers will understand.
