On the third day after my mother's death, that man finally came back. He was grumbling and cursing, calling her an unlucky ghost and me a burden.

That day, I held a fruit knife, wanting to stab him to death.

But I was too weak, and he slapped me to the ground, almost choking me to death.

My grandmother wanted to take me back to raise me, but I refused. I wanted to stay with him until the day he died.

It was raining heavily that night. He stood in front of the mirror, despite being drunk, his face still pale. He was drinking himself to death.

I stood behind him and slammed his head into the mirror.

But he didn't die. Instead, I received a severe beating.

I bought a lot of strong alcohol with my pocket money.

He drank happily, swaying as he went to the toilet. I followed him, watching him slip on the oily soles of his shoes and fall into the toilet.

Later, he never got up again.

He finally drank himself to death.

His death had nothing to do with me.

My grandmother took me in, and I would never have to return to this nightmarish place again.

I don't like Liu Lin. This guy has sneaky eyes, especially when he's drunk. He looks so much like someone.

Turns out he's that person's son. How disgusting.

He truly inherited the same evil nature. I was wondering how to deal with him, but he fell into my trap.

I deliberately brought up my emotional burden and the matter of inheritance. He secretly contacted my doctor, thinking I wouldn't know, but I had already planned it out. I gave him a one-way ticket.

A guilty conscience finally scared him to death.

This world is finally peaceful.

- The End -