My mother passed away in high school, and before her seven-day mourning period was even over, my dad remarried.

He also brought back a son who was only two years younger than me.

From then on, there was no place for me in this home.

Except for giving me money, my dad didn't even want to look at me. He only cared about his son with a "handle" (male).

I numbly climbed up to the school rooftop, but Lin An'an pulled me down.

With a face full of anger, she scolded me for not cherishing life.

Every day, she would pinch my face and tell me that staying alive brings more possibilities.

How could someone like her commit suicide?

Hugging An'an's belongings, I cried the whole night.