The day my sister died.
Everyone reviled her as a third party and a vixen.
Only I know, having lost two close relatives one after another.
She just fell in love with the wrong person.
When the rain mixed with tears slid down my cheeks.
At that moment, I understood.
Some revenge must be avenged personally.
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Purpose: Living people are also important