I know that Mother has always been unfair to my sister and me.

Besides making my sister and me drink the same bowl of medicinal soup every day, the food my sister and I eat is completely different.

Just like how my sister makes fun of me, treating me like a dog.

As my sister enters the house with candied fruit in her mouth, I had just finished drinking the medicinal soup.

The bitter medicinal soup was so hard to swallow that I felt like vomiting, lying on the bed feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Yet my sister came and kicked me, showing disdain.

"Disgusting, don't dirty someone else's bedding."

She has lived a smooth life since birth, my mother always obeying her words.

If my sister has suffered any grievances, it's only that she has to sleep with me.

At first, my sister ran to Mother crying countless times about this, even holding Mother and crying, accusing me of taking off her clothes.

But Mother only scolded me harshly and warned me sternly.

"Don't touch your sister, or I'll break your hand."

She clearly knew that I did not harm my sister.

After my sister threw many tantrums, she finally compromised.

My sister knew that no matter how she threw a tantrum, Mother would never agree, but she didn't understand why, out of all things, Mother was unwilling to agree on this.

I don't understand it either.

Instead of sleeping with my sister, who despises me, every day, I'd rather sleep in the pigsty or the chicken coop.

At least the pigs and chickens wouldn't harm me.

Tonight is particularly cold, I curl up on the floor, relying on a thin dirty piece of clothing for warmth.

If Mother hadn't repeatedly reminded my sister not to go too far, I would probably have frozen to death here long ago.

"Shut up!"

The trembling voice was too loud and bothered my sister.

I felt a strong gaze of disapproval on my back, my sister shouted, "Beast! Fool! Why don't you go die!"

Yes, why don't I go die?

I remembered the diary I once peeked at that belonged to my sister.

The entries talked about the good relationship between the brother and sister, with the sister following the brother around calling him constantly.

I once thought my sister was still young, maybe she would be like that in the future.

But I was wrong.

Because my sister is a complete villain through and through, she doesn't have an ounce of respect for me, her brother.

In her eyes, I am inferior even to the old hen that lays eggs for her every day.

I slowly got up, looking at my sister with a cold expression.

The cold wind blew in through the uncovered window, making my cheeks sore.

"Li Panmei! What do you want!" My sister, who was spoiled daily, calling my name in private was nothing unusual.

I didn't speak, slowly walking around the bed to stand in front of her.

From top to bottom, staring at her intently.

My sister had never seen me look so fierce and terrifying, although she usually acted arrogantly, she was scared now.

Trembling, she asked me, "Li, Li Panmei, do you, believe that, I will call, call Mother?"

Li Wang is such a brown-nosing person.

I smiled, suddenly reaching out to pinch her neck.

Clearly, my sister didn't expect me to suddenly act, or maybe she didn't think I would really dare to lay hands on her.

After all, my sister is slightly taller than me now, if it wasn't for the sudden incident, how could I easily catch her.

My sister was raised by Mother, she is quite plump, her feet couldn't reach me apart from kicking the blanket.

"Li, Panmei."

My sister's voice hoarse, "I...Mother...will...kill you."

I said, "Well, try it, do you want to call Mother first, or should I strangle you first?"

My sister was scared by me, afraid to speak further.

But she couldn't speak anymore.

As time passed, my sister's movements became slower and slower.

Her eyes rolled back, and foam dripped from the corner of her mouth.

Suddenly, I remembered something Mother had told me a long time ago.

She said, "You should thank your sister, if it wasn't for her, you wouldn't even be alive now!"

I didn't understand what Mother meant by that at the time.

But now I understand somewhat.

Because my sister likes to eat white buns, so I only have a cold bun to eat every day.

Because of my sister, my parents specifically set aside a room for her to live in.

I can survive until now because I have benefited from my sister's good fortune.

I let go of my hand.

Feeling the air again, my sister began coughing violently, breathing in the air in big gulps.

I said, "If you want to tell Mother, go ahead."

I returned to the cold ground, curling up into a ball.

My voice muffled, "Anyway, she won't kill me, and I won't leave you."

I closed my eyes, once again feeling that intense gaze.

Different from before, it was surprised, filled with fear and dread.