The day the blood test report came out, I got on the Maybach back to Shen's house. After fifteen years of absence, the sister who held my hand tenderly in my memory now smiled at me through the car window with a perfect but cold smile.
They all said that my sister Shen Qingtang became depressed and ill because of my "lostness", and now she is finally looking forward to seeing her. But when I moved in next door to her, I could hear the regular sound of fingernails scraping from the wall every night.
My mother hugged me and said lovingly and sadly: "Qingtang is sick, you have to keep her." Until I found a yellowed photo in the dark room of her study - the two girls standing side by side in it were not me and her at all. On the back of the photo, there is my sister's childish but fierce handwriting: "Go to hell, faker."
Intention: The redemption of true and false daughters