My mother finally smashed the bathtub to save my brother, and blood and corpses flowed all over the floor.

Then she went to our room and searched around, rummaging through my wardrobe and finding my sister's old clothes that she had given me.

"Da Bao, bring out all the bedsheets and blankets from your room!"

The bedsheets and blankets were all previously used by my sister, so they could be considered her belongings.

My mother tore apart the clothes and sewed a new set for my brother. He was a big guy, so in the end, there was only one piece of clothing and a few scraps left.

My mother collected the clothes and burned the scraps and remaining items.

Most of the ashes were poured into my brother's bottle.

His bottle became sticky with the paste, while my mother's bottle turned pitch black.

As for me, I had nothing.

After my mother finished everything, she finally relaxed and said, "You can't sleep in that room anymore. Come back to my room and rest."

"At night, that dead woman will come again."

After they left, I went to scoop up the ashes from the floor.

I mixed the ashes with soil and poured them into the bottle, clutching onto my own clothes.

It had been too long, and my mother should have forgotten.

The clothes I was wearing also belonged to my sister.