But our house had just been assigned as a relocation house.

　　We didn't even have the property deed yet.

　　It couldn't be sold at all, so we could only use the house as collateral to borrow from the bank.

　　Dad hurriedly ran to the bank with the property deed, but he came back looking dejected.

　　Our house isn't worth much, at most, it can be mortgaged for around one or two million.

　　But that one or two million is far from enough.

　　My dad looked for friends to borrow money from.

　　However, those friends who had visited our home had already been tormented by my brother.

　　As soon as they heard my dad's voice, they hung up directly.

　　My mom also shamelessly made calls to her friends.

　　However, she only received ridicule and mockery in response: "Your idiot son was kidnapped to northern Myanmar?" "That's fantastic! Thank goodness, do you know that ever since that day, my daughter still has a trauma toward boys?" "She can't even communicate normally with boys, all thanks to your damn son!" They even looked for relatives, but none of them were willing to lend money.

　　Over the years, they had all been scared away by my brother.

　　My mom was so anxious that half of her hair turned white.

　　She washed her face with tears every day: "My poor Xiao Jie..." People in northern Myanmar sent videos of the abuse of my brother since we haven't paid the three million.

　　Sometimes it was my brother being pinned to a table, and they would insert toothpicks one by one into his nails.

　　"My younger brother let out a mournful cry.

　　In just a few days, he had become noticeably thinner, his face was haggard beyond recognition.

　　It was difficult for me to even recognize him.

　　My grandma's eyes went dark, and she almost fainted again.

　　Sometimes it was my brother who tried to escape and got caught.

　　Those people used small knives to cut open his face, playing with his torn skin.

　　Just like what he used to wish upon others.

　　My brother howled in pain, his face covered in blood, even his excrement and urine were painful.

　　He had been tortured to the point where he no longer looked human, not a single piece of flesh on his body intact.

　　However, his gaze remained as venomous as ever.

　　But in the end, my father still couldn't gather the three million.

　　My mother stared at me with a resentful gaze, as if she had gone mad.

　　One night, I got up to use the bathroom.

　　I saw my parents and grandma sitting in the living room, not even turning on the lights, whispering something.

　　A vague sense of unease arose in my heart, so I hid in a corner and secretly listened to what they were saying.

　　But the next second, I heard something extremely horrifying: 'I have consulted with someone, selling a kidney can get twenty thousand, corneas are forty thousand, and a heart can fetch over a hundred thousand.' 'Son, are you telling the truth? We can gather the money quickly this way!' I heard my grandma's voice, filled with suppressed excitement.

　　My father hesitated a bit: 'That's true, but if we sell all these organs, Qiqi won't be able to live anymore...' In an instant, I felt as if I had fallen into an icy cave."