On the day my sister committed suicide, my husband put me, who was three months pregnant, into a disinfection cabinet. "You dirty-minded woman, purify your dirty and ugly mind here! You killed Kou Kou!" My sister is his white moonlight, and I am just the rotten white rice. My sister's depression is fake, my claustrophobia is real. I struggled desperately in the disinfection cabinet and finally died of ozone poisoning. Ironically, it turns out that my sister's suicide was also fake. She came back to life with a smile as bright as a flower.
