Qin Jiao must be angry.

I looked for her for a long, long time, but couldn't find her anywhere.

She has no friends, no colleagues. Her world has always been just me.

But now, I can't even find her.

I swear, when I find Qin Jiao, I won't treat her like I did before.

I want to take her traveling, take her to eat the hot pot she's wanted to eat for a long time, and see the first snowfall of winter.

I want to tell everyone, Qin Jiao is my sister.

I wait and wait, and as the first snow begins to fall, I received a pile of mechanical fragments.

At a glance, I could tell it was my Jiao Jiao.

All the parts were completely broken, neatly packed in a courier box, looking solemn, like valuable items being given as a gift.

In fact, it announced the death of a robot.

The police said:

"I'm sorry, sir. About your robot, we only found some of the parts. The remaining limbs may..."

He didn't finish his sentence, and symbolically patted my shoulder.

I blankly held the broken pieces.

Is this Jiao Jiao?

My sister...Qin Jiao?

It's as if my world suddenly turned black in an instant.

I can't hear anyone's voice anymore, holding the pile of fragments, I stumbled away.

Jiao Jiao, my Jiao Jiao.

Mengchen, who had been hiding at home, hugged me from behind, crying out loud,

"Brother! Wake up, that robot is already dead! Don't you also loathe her?"

Her words woke me up in an instant. Yes, didn't I loathe her the most?

Barefoot, standing in the snow, my hands shaking as I held the pieces, gradually curled up on the ground, whispering,

"You said she was angry and didn't want to come back, right?"

How did I end up being bullied like this outside?

Mengchen didn't say anything, and the fragments didn't say anything.

Both my sisters became mute.

Later, in the police station, I watched the whole process of Qin Jiao being bullied on the surveillance camera.

My precious sister looked grim, haughtily ordering the people around her; the other, whom I constantly disliked, had dilated pupils, without any struggle, was being dragged into a dark room like a cold corpse.

My body trembled violently, as I raised my hand to vigorously cover my temple and struggled to maintain a sitting posture, but the veins were still visible. Even my lower lip was bitten blue, unable to control my rapid breathing.

No, don't bully her.

Please, don't treat her like this. My plead was futile.

The hooligans began to revel, doing all kinds of terrible things to a helpless girl, not treating her like a human at all.

I finally knelt down on the ground, crying out in agony.

She was my sister, Qin Jiao!

Everything is my fault. My poor judgment, my inability to distinguish between good and bad people led to the death of my beloved sister.

I'm deserving of the utmost punishment.

I was unkind to her, so she doesn't want me as her brother anymore.

After leaving the police station, I wiped away my tears and headed in another direction.

For the rest of my life, I'll have only one thing to do.

Atone for Qin Jiao.

Jiao Jiao, don't be afraid.

Brother will be with you soon.

Extra

My name is Lin Jiao, I am a robot.

Brother said I was kidnapped by bad people before, and I was seriously injured, my entire system was formatted.

So, I lost my memories, and even had a new body.

The days of recuperating were long and boring.

I always felt like there was something I hadn't done, but I couldn't remember what it was.

I sat idle all day, sometimes playing with brother's phone, sometimes laying on the grass outside the lab.

A breaking news flash suddenly appeared on TV.

The Qin Group president, Qin Shi, who killed 16 people was arrested at 10 in the morning. Among the victims were his former business partners and employees from the Ji family.

Looking at the man being pinned to the ground on TV, I suddenly felt an inexplicable sorrow deep inside.

It grew stronger and stronger, almost overwhelming me with pain.

I frowned, clutching my chest,

"Brother, it hurts."

Lin Xu strode over, promptly unplugged the TV and gently started to massage my chest.

"Brother's blowing on it makes it not hurt anymore."

He bent down, gently blowing on me. The wind tickled my face, making me giggle, and I soon forgot what I was pained about earlier.

A familiar man turned in my mind, and the next moment, he disappeared.

After recovering from my injuries, brother took me to a nearby small city to lift my spirits.

Mountains rose and fell along the road, verdant everywhere.

The light came through my fingers, seemingly composing an orange poem.

When it landed on my face, I suddenly remembered something deeply hidden in my heart.

I bid farewell to my brother and set out on a trip to the north.

In Sichl, autumn and winter arrived.

In Tromso, I saw the dazzling Northern Lights.

In my memory, it seemed like there was someone who swore to take me to the closest place to the sky.

Who could it be?

I can't remember.