I suddenly felt a little scared.

I was afraid that he really knew that I was going to die, and I was afraid I would be his trouble again.

But I had a faint expectation. If he knew that I was going to die, would he be a little nicer to me, even just a little bit?

I was lost in thought, as if it had been a long time, but it was just a moment.

A delicate figure walked out of the pharmacy and approached him, holding his arm.

"Brother, the medicine is ready, let's go!"

My aunt, Winnie's mother, also died in that car accident.

Winnie's father quickly recovered from the pain and married a new wife. That family could no longer accommodate Winnie, so she moved to our house.

Three children supported the entire Jones family.

After Winnie came, everything changed silently.

Facing my crying and sobbing, my brother showed an impatient expression for the first time.

"Cheryl, can you learn from Winnie and be a little more obedient and sensible?

"Can you give way to Winnie? This is what you owe her!"

Until I was eighteen years old, he looked at me with disappointment all over his eyes when I came back in the morning, drunk and reeking of alcohol.

"Cheryl, I have been kind to you, so from now on, you're on your own!

"In the future, don't say that you are my younger sister anymore. My younger sister is only Winnie!"

My nose twitched, and I lowered my head, feeling at a loss.

Winnie whispered, "That person seems to be Cheryl. Is she also sick? Should we go and ask?"

Cheyne snorted coldly from his nose.

"Why do you care about her? It's all her own doing!"

All the random thoughts that had just arisen in my mind suddenly disappeared, and my heart felt like it had been hit by a heavy hammer.

When I was a child, even if I just coughed lightly, he would worry if I caught a cold.

Now, even I was very ill, he didn't even bother to ask.

He really didn't care about me anymore.

Feeling a cool sensation on my face, I raised my hand and realized that my eyes were wet.

Cheryl, it's okay.

Just wait a little longer, just wait a little longer.

Then you will be relieved.

The food in the hospital was really bland, so I ordered takeout.

I carried a lot of food and filled the table.

The fragrant smell awakened my taste buds, and my hungry stomach finally found comfort.

I picked up the chopsticks and filled them into my stomach one by one.

When my stomach was full, my heart wouldn't feel empty.

But eating too much eventually backfired, and I leaned over the toilet in the bathroom, vomiting uncontrollably.

I sat on the bathroom floor recklessly until the nurse found me.

She blamed me for not taking care of my body while secretly giving me half of her stomach-nourishing porridge.

"Miss, if you harm your body like this, your family will be worried."

Will Cheyne worry about me?

I inexplicably remembered what the doctor said that day.

"Take good care of yourself, and you can live for another two or three years."

But I had no reason to live on.

My brother hoped me to die for years.

On the day of discharge, the familiar little nurse chased after me.

She handed me a talisman.

"Miss, I don't know what you have been through. But if your parents were here, they would definitely feel sorry for you. So, even for their sake, you must take good care of yourself."

The advice from an acquaintance was so precious at the end of life.

Back home, looking at my pale face in the mirror, I thought I must keep decent at the end of my life.

I put on makeup, and my complexion looked much better. Then I went to the mall.

With the rise of online shopping, there were not many people in the mall.

After browsing for a long time, I finally chose a white long dress.

I was just about to take that dress when I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"Brother, this dress looks really nice, it must suit me well."

It was such a coincidence that I ran into Cheyne and Winnie at the mall during work hours.

Cheyne was a famous workaholic.

When I was fifteen, on a weekend, I begged him to accompany me to the mall, but he sternly refused because of work.

Now he was strolling around with Winnie on a workday.

When Winnie saw me, she calmly greeted me.

"Cheryl, what are you doing here?"

Her words might be unintentional, but they made Cheyne's face turn cold.

I didn't pay attention to them, I just wanted to buy the dress and leave quickly.

When Winnie and I both pointed to the dress, the salesperson kept apologizing.

"Sorry, this dress is the last one available."

"I was here first, so please wrap it up for me."

I might not be able to go out tomorrow. I didn't want to be humble this time.

Winnie didn't say anything yet, but Cheyne stood in front of me, just like countless times in my memory.

"Cheryl, give the dress to Winnie..."

I looked up and stared into his indifferent eyes.

"Yes, I am the elder sister, so I should give in to her.

"Besides, I owe her. If it weren't for me, her mother would still be alive and she wouldn't have to act according to others' will all the time..."

I said what he wanted to say first.

A trace of unnaturalness flashed across his face, and he coughed.

"It's good that you know! Hurry up and give the dress to Winnie!"

I pulled the corners of my mouth at him, probably laughing very ugly. I didn't remember how to laugh anymore.

"But, so what?

"Cheyne, I won't do it!"

For so many years, I silently gave in to her every time, my clothes, my room, even my brother.

Now I had nothing.

Cheyne obviously didn't expect me to refuse. He was stunned for a moment and wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Winnie.

I have bought the dress I liked.

But why am I not happy at all?

As the days went by, my physical condition was getting worse.

Buying a cemetery plot became part of my schedule.

I had set my sights on the plot next to my parents' grave, but the price was too expensive and I couldn't afford it with my remaining savings.

I wondered if Cheyne would give me some money, considering that I was about to die and fulfill his wish.

When I arrived at the Jones' residence, a grand banquet was being held inside.

I originally wanted to back out, but Winnie with sharp eyes spotted me.

She led me inside.

I was wearing loose casual clothes, looking like a clown among the crowd of people in suits and formal attire.

I hid on the balcony, watching Cheyne and Winnie standing together, toasting and chatting with others.

It was fake to say that I was not envious.

I blinked my eyes and turned to look at the night outside, silently thinking about when they would end.

I didn't know when someone came up behind me.

When I reacted, I was already enveloped in his shadow.

"After a few years of separation, Miss Jones seems to have lost weight."

I looked at his eyes, a sense of despair filled my heart.

I wanted to escape, but he blocked my way.

"Old acquaintances meet, don't we catch up?"

The fear at the age of eighteen swept over me, I kept retreating until there was no way to retreat.

I took out a knife from my bag and waved it in front of me to stop him from approaching.

It was just a backup because I was insecure, and I never thought it would become my lifesaver.

But that person kept pressing on, the knife in my hand cut through his hand, blood flowing.

"Cheryl! What are you doing?"

Cheyne's roar sounded behind me, and he slapped me hard.

"Are you awake?"

I was like a drowning person, mouth open but unable to breathe. My mind was in a daze, and the fierce beast in my mind was about to break free from its cage.

The man covered his hand, his face full of pain.

"I just wanted to say hello, but she suddenly went crazy and hurt me.

"Mr. Jones, you need to give me an explanation, otherwise..."

Winnie rushed over, seeing the situation here, she frowned and looked at me reproachfully.

"Cheryl, you have caused trouble for Brother again."

Trouble?

I am a trouble!

The gazes of the three people were like butcher knives, slowly torturing me with each cut.

My head hurt, my stomach hurt, and I felt pain all over my body.

"Cheryl, what do you want me to do before you can be sensible?"

I wanted to cry, but I didn't know who to cry to.

I wanted to get away from here.

My stomach churned uncontrollably, and I couldn't hold it in after a few attempts to suppress it.

Crimson blood gushed out from my mouth, staining my clothes in front of my chest.