"Miss, I don't know what you have been through. But if your parents were here, they would definitely feel sorry for you. So, even for their sake, you must take good care of yourself."

The advice from an acquaintance was so precious at the end of life.

Back home, looking at my pale face in the mirror, I thought I must keep decent at the end of my life.

I put on makeup, and my complexion looked much better. Then I went to the mall.

With the rise of online shopping, there were not many people in the mall.

After browsing for a long time, I finally chose a white long dress.

I was just about to take that dress when I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"Brother, this dress looks really nice, it must suit me well."

It was such a coincidence that I ran into Cheyne and Winnie at the mall during work hours.

Cheyne was a famous workaholic.

When I was fifteen, on a weekend, I begged him to accompany me to the mall, but he sternly refused because of work.

Now he was strolling around with Winnie on a workday.

When Winnie saw me, she calmly greeted me.

"Cheryl, what are you doing here?"

Her words might be unintentional, but they made Cheyne's face turn cold.

I didn't pay attention to them, I just wanted to buy the dress and leave quickly.

When Winnie and I both pointed to the dress, the salesperson kept apologizing.

"Sorry, this dress is the last one available."

"I was here first, so please wrap it up for me."

I might not be able to go out tomorrow. I didn't want to be humble this time.

Winnie didn't say anything yet, but Cheyne stood in front of me, just like countless times in my memory.

"Cheryl, give the dress to Winnie..."

I looked up and stared into his indifferent eyes.

"Yes, I am the elder sister, so I should give in to her.

"Besides, I owe her. If it weren't for me, her mother would still be alive and she wouldn't have to act according to others' will all the time..."

I said what he wanted to say first.

A trace of unnaturalness flashed across his face, and he coughed.

"It's good that you know! Hurry up and give the dress to Winnie!"

I pulled the corners of my mouth at him, probably laughing very ugly. I didn't remember how to laugh anymore.

"But, so what?

"Cheyne, I won't do it!"

For so many years, I silently gave in to her every time, my clothes, my room, even my brother.

Now I had nothing.