They Are Dead and Still Don't Love Me

I foresaw the deaths of my family members. He advised his mother not to give birth to a younger brother with a super male gene, stopped his sister from falling in love with the gentle and elegant top student, and was more willing to sell her kidney for money to stop her father from redeeming the lottery ticket. But no one listened to me. Instead, they called me a white-eyed wolf and a little disaster star. I love them so much that I am even willing to give my life for the safety of my family. It's a pity that they don't listen to me. Even after they died, they still didn't love me.