In the moment the elevator doors closed, I saw my expressionless face reflected on them.

　　My abdomen cramped.

　　In the beginning, my relationship with Jiang Yu didn't deteriorate to this extent.

　　Although she didn't like me when we were young, she never did or said anything excessive.

　　Compared to my father who treated me as transparent, Jiang Yu, as my sister, was the only person I felt close to.

　　At that time, I thought that even if Jiang Yu didn't like me, we were still family.

　　That's how blood relations work.

　　It wasn't until middle school when Tang Chu came to our house that I realized.

　　Actually, sisters could also treat others well.

　　She wouldn't always have a cold face, tell him to "get lost," or make sarcastic remarks.

　　That was the true attitude of an older sister towards her younger brother.

　　But Tang Chu wasn't content.

　　He came to my life on my fifth day of middle school, and when I returned from school, Jiang Yu slapped me hard.

　　I covered my face and stared at her in shock as she muttered words I couldn't understand.

　　Isolated.

　　Bastard.

　　Malicious.

　　Apologize.

　　But when I saw Tang Chu, who was protected by her, bowing his head and clutching her clothes.

　　These scattered words suddenly pieced together into a complete lie in my mind.

　　I tried to explain, but she didn't believe me.

　　The argument and obvious favoritism that erupted that day shattered my naive and foolish thoughts in an instant.

　　Jiang Yu wasn't so stupid that she couldn't distinguish right from wrong.

　　It was all intentional.

　　It seemed like it was only after that day that I woke up to the truth.

　　My sister truly harbored genuine hatred towards me.

　　My relationship with Jiang Yu deteriorated rapidly.

　　Unfortunately, I, being dull-witted and childish, at that time only thought that it was better for her to treat me like a stranger, just like our father, than to confront her.

　　At least, Jiang Yu would acknowledge my existence.

　　Our tense relationship continued until I turned eighteen.

　　In that year, I was dragged into hell.

　　After turning eighteen, my relationship with Jiang Yu abruptly turned into that of strangers.

　　Like a war that suddenly came to an end.

　　We no longer argued, no longer became hysterical, no longer were at odds with each other.

　　Just cold, like no one knows each other.