I knew that was their way of comforting and encouraging me.
Sister, I’ve avenged you.
From now on, I would never leave this prison again.
And I would never get to wait for you to visit me again…
Over the next six months, my parents came to visit me every day.
Through them, I learned that my father’s decision to take responsibility for my crimes had earned widespread praise.
He and my mother had become figures of public sympathy.
To atone for their past mistakes, they donated all their remaining assets to a children’s foundation, hoping to atone for my sins, accumulate merit for my sister and ensure she could be reborn into a good family.
Perhaps out of sympathy, or perhaps touched by their kindness, companies began seeking partnerships with my father.
Slowly, our family’s business began to flourish once again.
On the anniversary of my sister’s death, my mother brought news from the prison.
Noah, now disabled, had committed another unforgivable act, stirring public rage.
In prison, he was “taken care of” by death row inmates and finally experienced the torment my
sister had endured.
Unable to bear the humiliation, he suffered a mental breakdown and died shortly after.
Ava had crossed a taboo line.
As a woman, she had tried to have my sister defiled again, this time by using her womb to bear children.
She had relentlessly tried to take my sister’s man over and over again.
So she, too, received severe punishment.
Though she had only instigated the crime and not committed it herself, she was released after six months.
But after her release, she had nowhere to go, surviving by digging through trash.
One day, after heavy rain, her body was found lying under a bridge in a pile of garbage.
It was said a mad homeless man had tortured her to death.
Karma, perhaps.
That night, I held my sister’s diary and had a beautiful dream.
In the dream, she came to see me, hugged me and cried.
She said, “Sister, thank you. I love you.”
I held her hand and sobbed.
“Sister, I’m sorry. I finally know what happiness is. Holding your hand like this makes me so
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(The End)
