I was born into a wealthy family, and I have a twin brother who is a few minutes older than me. Our family is very happy.
Until the hotel closed down, the family owed 3 million yuan in debt, and dad's investments ended in failure. Domestic violence started. Every time I went to bed, I could hear my parents arguing and my dad's unpleasant words.
It wasn't until I came home and saw my dead brother, brother, and mother that I finally realized what a lunatic my dad was. I finally ran out of the house, and it rained heavily. Listening to the sound of the rain trampled on my body and mind.
The rain soaked the wound, and at the moment I was about to die, I heard a voice, not too loud or too small, just enough to be heard clearly.
"Don't die, please..."
Concept: youth pain