I didn't sleep all night, constantly replaying in my mind the scene of my father sneaking into my sister's room last night.

My sister is pregnant, and I'm worried if she's feeling uncomfortable. When I was about to open the door and go in, I saw my father abusing my sister through the crack in the door.

My brother-in-law, who is in a vegetative state, was lying on a small bed beside them, staring with wide eyes.

I was shocked and covered my mouth, trying hard not to make a sound.

Brother-in-law... Is he awake?

I slowly retreated to my own room and peered through the crack in the door. Selfishly speaking, I didn't want my brother-in-law to wake up at all.

In a family where sons are valued more than daughters, ever since I can remember, my sister and I have lived a life worse than livestock.

If it weren't for my grandfather, my sister and I might have been abandoned by our parents since birth.

Suddenly, I saw my mother outside, taking out a yellow talisman, igniting it, and throwing it into a glass. After it turned into ashes, she took out a bottle from her pocket and poured the black liquid inside into the glass.

After shaking it, my father opened the door and walked out. I don't know if it was just my imagination, but at this moment my father looked like a different person.

The way he held the glass was elegant and beautiful. His originally protruding belly now appeared to have an eight-pack of abs.

My mother also looked at him a few more times, and a shy blush appeared on her wrinkled face, which was in her fifties.

My father brought the contents of the glass into my sister's room and made her drink half of it, then poured half of it into my brother-in-law's mouth while he was still in a vegetative state.

Strangely, at this moment, my brother-in-law closed his eyes again, as if everything that happened earlier was just my imagination.

After my father came out of my sister's room, my mother eagerly rushed into his arms, and the two of them passionately kissed each other like young people in their twenties.

They couldn't even be bothered to go back to the bedroom and started in the living room.

I endured the disgust and closed the bedroom door, covering my head with a blanket, forcing myself to ignore what was happening outside.

Finally, morning arrived. I was lying on the bed, lost in thought, when my mother burst into the room, her gaze filled with undisguised disgust.

"Zhou Xiaodou, get up and cook. I'm telling you, don't be lazy."

I didn't respond, got up from bed, and as I passed by her side, I smelled a pleasant floral fragrance.

I couldn't describe what kind of scent it was, but my intuition told me that this fragrance was peculiar.

The kitchen was cluttered with all kinds of things. There was a large cage in the corner filled with live rabbits, chickens, and even a nest of mice. Eggshells and egg whites were scattered everywhere.

The wriggling albumen looked like maggots at first glance.

The vegetables on the vegetable rack had already decayed deeply, and the brownish rotting juice flowed all over the shelf.

I frowned and forced myself not to vomit. There was an indescribably nauseating and strange smell in the kitchen.

I tiptoed my way through, trying to find something else to eat in the refrigerator.

However, when I opened the double doors of the refrigerator, I found that there was a fox-like creature inside.

No... Upon closer inspection, it wasn't a fox, but a sable.

Although it looked similar, it was different.

The sable was surrounded by flowers, and the entire refrigerator was filled with flowers—lilies, peach blossoms, roses...

There were even dewdrops on the petals.

As I thought about it, the fragrance emanating from my mother and the scent overflowing from the refrigerator seemed very similar.

The sable opened its eyes, startling me. I blinked my eyes, trying to see clearly what was going on, but it had returned to its closed-eyed state.

Is it just my imagination?