My Extreme Revenge On My Biased Parents

Because I couldn't save my sister in the stampede at the concert, I spent the rest of my life in the hatred of my parents.

Everyone said it was my fault she died.

Even my mother, before she passed away, kept chanting my sister's name and cursing me bitterly.

"Why wasn't it you who died? Why were you so selfish? Why didn't you save your sister?"

If I could do it all over again, when the stampede happened, I would lift my sister out of the crowd and use my body to cushion her, so she could live.

Maybe my parents wouldn't hate me anymore.