"I stood there, not daring to move, cold sweat dripping down my back.

　　They had always favored my brother, and I could tolerate it.

　　But I never imagined that now they actually wanted to sell off all the organs in my body in exchange for my brother's safety.

　　I took a deep breath, but the tears uncontrollably streamed down my face.

　　I heard my mother, who gave birth to me, utter a vicious sentence: 'You should have sold her a long time ago, then our Xiao Jie wouldn't have suffered!' 'Husband, if you like daughters, we can have another one.' 'I don't want this daughter anymore.

　　If it weren't for her carelessness, how could Xiao Jie have been kidnapped? It's all her fault!' My mother finished speaking, clenching her teeth.

　　Wiping away my tears, after the extreme sadness, an unexpected calmness washed over me.

　　Though I had known before that she didn't love me as much, I never expected her to watch me die before her eyes.

　　My father smoked silently for a long time.

　　I heard him utter a 'yes' after a while.

　　At that moment, my heart thumped wildly, and I quickly ran back to my room.

　　Leaning against the door, my body slowly slid down.

　　Finally, I buried my head in my arms, suppressing the sobbing.

　　At this moment, those people outside the door, even my own family members, turned into wild beasts.

　　They were about to devour me alive, squeezing out my last bit of worth.

　　I knew that I absolutely cannot sit and wait for death.

　　When I raised my head again, my eyes were filled with determination and calmness.

　　My phone had been hidden in my parents' room these days.

　　I had to get my phone.

　　I pressed my ear against the door.

　　After waiting for half an hour, I heard them go back to their room.

　　Another hour passed, and there was no movement outside the door."

　　I cautiously walked out, standing outside my parents' bedroom.

　　Inside, I could hear my father snoring.

　　For so many days, he had barely closed his eyes.

　　Perhaps now that the money issue had been resolved, both my parents were able to sleep soundly.

　　I turned the doorknob and carefully opened the door a crack.

　　After confirming that they were both fast asleep, I tiptoed into the room.

　　I saw the phone sitting on the nightstand.

　　Nervously controlling my footsteps, I slowly made my way towards the nightstand.

　　Just as I grabbed the phone, suddenly my father sat up abruptly.

　　I was so frightened that I almost cried out.

　　But the next moment, my father lay back down.

　　I let out a sigh of relief and quickly ran back with the phone.

　　I quickly imitated my father's tone and sent a text message to the other side: "I couldn't gather the money, I've already called the police, get ready to be arrested!" A few minutes later, a video arrived from the other side.

　　My hands trembled as I clicked it several times before finally opening the video.

　　I knew what this video meant.

　　My brother was being carried out by them.

　　His head was firmly pressed down by someone's foot.

　　A long knife was held against his neck.

　　Perhaps sensing something, my brother began desperately begging for mercy.

　　But in the next moment, the knife pierced his neck.

　　Fresh blood gushed out, even splattering the camera.

　　I stared at the screen full of crimson, my hands trembling uncontrollably.

　　At this moment, I couldn't express what exactly I was feeling.

　　There was pain, but also relief.

　　My brother didn't die instantly.

　　His body twitched a few times, the extreme pain contorting his face.

　　Then, I saw those two individuals continuously cutting at my brother's neck, occasionally accompanied by laughter.

　　It was as if they were cutting the neck of a chicken, not a person.

　　Until my brother's entire head was severed, they held my brother's head and casually approached the camera.

　　My brother's head filled the entire screen, with blood continuously dripping.

　　I closed the video and whispered to myself, "Lu Qi.

　　It's not your brother that you killed.

　　It's a wild beast.

　　You don't need to blame yourself for this." I recalled a sentence I had read in a book.

　　Not all girls are made of spices and candies; some girls are born representing bravery and fearlessness.