I love my sister so deeply!
She was so cute and looked at the world beautifully, but this kind of sister died in front of my eyes.
I hated my own incompetence, and silently despised my own ruthlessness in my heart, because I didn't feel a trace of sadness.
Maybe, I just love my sister.
In this way, in every world, I always love the role of my sister, cherish her, care for her, and finally let her live in my memory!
Ps: first person, main attack