At first, she also hated the so-called sister, but her mother said that she was her relative. She had the same blood as herself. The girl didn't believe it. She secretly cut her and her sister's hands with a knife. She saw that their blood was really the same, both bright red. The sister didn't cry for some reason. She looked at her with very innocent eyes, so she began to believe that they were really relatives. Her sister's face was so chubby that people couldn't help but like her. She wanted to touch her sister with her hands. The bright red in her hands was all over her sister's face. The red was bright. It was very much like the color of her favorite skirt. She wore that skirt and danced the most beautiful dance with her mother. The fiery red skirt flew in the air. That was her most beautiful memory.