After My Family Tortured Me to Death, I Was Reborn

A fire broke out at home. To save my little sister, I rushed back into the flames without a thought for my own safety and carried her out. I was left badly injured and disfigured. At first, my sister clung to me, crying, “Sis, don't worry. I'll take good care of you from now on!” My stepmother and father were also deeply ashamed of what had happened. But as time went by, and the medical bills for my treatment and surgeries piled up, they gradually ran out of patience. At my sister's suggestion, they started livestreaming online, hoping kind people would donate to help. When their videos went viral, they got a taste for the money and, for profit, abandoned my rehabilitation and sent me home from the hospital. After suffering repeated infections and the torment of livestreaming day and night, I died during their final broadcast. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day before the fire.