Thousands of People Think That After His Death, He Prefers His Parents' Crematorium.

Because I snatched a bite of rice from my sister's bowl when I was one year old, my parents beat me deaf in my right ear and hated me forever. They said I was an evil breed, a beast who only knew how to snatch things from my sister. The day I learned that I was terminally ill, I called my mother and asked cautiously: "Mom, I'm sick. The doctor said it was a brain tumor. Can you come to the hospital?" My mother sneered and said in a sharp tone: "It's just right to die." "Die quickly, it's better to die outside, and you won't have to collect your body." I know that they have always wanted me to die. But when they finally got what they wanted, the couple who hated their own daughter the most went crazy. …