The next day when I came back after cutting the pig grass, my sister was lying in Mother's arms, acting spoiled.

As soon as she saw me, her expression changed and she turned away, refusing to look at me.

Mother asked her, "What's wrong, Wang Wang?"

My sister shook her head, biting her lower lip and dared not look at me.

Mother glared at me fiercely and said, "Why are you standing here! Go and feed the pigs!"

While speaking, she threw the hard white steamed buns at me.

The steamed buns hit me.

They fell on the ground and rolled in the mud several times.

I silently picked up the steamed buns and walked towards the pigsty.

When I passed by my spoiled sister, I looked at her in silence.

Our gazes met, and my sister quickly lowered her head, her body trembling slightly.

Mother quickly asked her if she was sick or uncomfortable anywhere.

My sister clenched Mother's clothes tightly and didn't say a word.

I knew my sister didn't tell Mother.

She had been living too comfortably.

It was the first time someone dared to be so harsh to her, and it was also the first time she almost died.

So when faced with this situation, she chose to remain silent.

Because she had fabricated countless lies saying that I wanted to harm her, and in the end, Mother didn't say anything except for beating me.

She didn't dare to take the risk.

If she told Mother, Mother would only think she was lying again.

I would really kill her.

It was also the first time that I felt grateful for my sister hating me and often speaking ill of me.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have found a way to survive.

As soon as I arrived at the pigsty, the pigs in our house surrounded me and obediently licked my hand.

There was already a layer of chopped eggs in the wooden bucket.

These were the leftovers from the daily meals.

Mother said that if we raised the pigs well and they got sick, it wouldn't be good to feed them to my sister in the future.

It's really funny, Mother would rather feed the eggs to the pigs than to me.

The pigs couldn't wait any longer and urged me to feed them.

I ignored them.

I picked up the spoon and slowly swallowed the crushed eggs into my stomach, spoonful by spoonful.

I could be ignored by Mother and bullied by my sister.

But I couldn't let myself die.