Covering up the truth: She likes to pay for her husband's cheating

On New Year's Eve, my 15-year-old sister had a rabies attack and died in front of our parents' tombstone.

My second uncle locked me in a firewood shed on a remote mountain for fear of my revenge, leaving me to fend for myself.

That night, I broke free from the iron chains and walked all night until I finally arrived at my second uncle's doorstep.

My second uncle was lying in bed with the female anchor in his arms, smiling happily. Seeing this, I didn't hesitate to pour gasoline on them.