When I returned to the town where I was born and raised, I happened to catch up with the funeral of my sister Chen Tian.
At the funeral, my mother, who once "traded" me with a bag of rice to poor relatives in the mountains, was crying heartbrokenly. She held the hand of my husband, who was now wearing a suit and leather tie, and begged him to find out the truth behind her "accidental" fall from the building.
My husband gently supported her, and when he looked at me, there was a chill in his eyes that only I could understand.
All my relatives pointed at me and called me an ignorant wolf. My sister's body was still cold, so I couldn't wait to come back to seize the family property.
They didn't know that my fingerprints were detected on the railing of the balcony where Chen Tian "accidentally" fell.
They didn't even know that eighteen years ago, the "happy event" that took away my life, a small skeleton belonging to Chen Tian was buried under the marriage bed.
