I have a sister.
But she died eighteen years ago.
My birth seemed like a huge joke, and every step of my growth followed her trajectory.
I don't live for myself.
So, at the moment I ended my life, I felt no guilt or any burden.
But gods play tricks on mortals.
I went back twenty years ago, when I became my sister's cousin He Huaishi.
I stayed at my sister's house.
At this time she was still very healthy, still excellent and beautiful.
But I know that my sister will die in two years
Concept: Love is more than just words