Long Aotian Won’t Let You Off

My half-sister, Lin Zhining, is dead.

She jumped from a building, taking two lives with her.

Everyone at the funeral was crying. I stood in the back row, expressionless.

They said, "See? Lin Zhiyi really is heartless, just like everyone said."

They're right. I have no heart.

After all, we were enemies from childhood. I took everything from her and bullied her for over a decade.

But they don't know that she was the only person in this world who ever healed me.

On the forty-ninth day after her death, our family gathered for dinner.

My father took a sip of wine and asked with a smile, "Zhiyi, do you know someone called Long Aotian?"

My hand froze around my chopsticks.

Every hair on my body stood on end.

Long Aotian was the first online username I came up with, when I was twelve.

Aside from Lin Zhining, no one else in this world knew it.