This Life, My Sister Regrets

I stood on the top of the 18th floor, feeling the cold wind blowing.

The LED display screen in the center of the square was broadcasting the century wedding of my sister, Elaina Walsh, and Devin Larsen from a wealthy family.

I dialed that familiar yet unfamiliar number.

"Elaina, congratulations on your wedding."

Her voice remained as cold as ever.

"Leslie, why haven't you died yet..."

I smiled, leaped forward, and answered softly.

"Now as you wished."

1

On the day when my sister returned to the country, she came to pick me up at the Warmth Rehabilitation Center.

I stood at the door, facing the sunlight, and saw a woman standing under the shining sun.

Upon careful consideration, I realized that I hadn't seen my elder sister, Elaina Walsh, for eight years.

I approached her with heavy steps.

Elaina leaned against the door of the black Maybach, holding a cigarette between her fingers. The cigarette burned closer to her fingertips, but she didn't seem to feel any heat at all.

Bernard Carson, the director of Warmth Rehabilitation Center, followed closely behind me, muttering under his breath, "Leslie, don't think that you can be out of our control just by going out. I have lots of ways to make you come back!

"Remember who you are."

My body trembled, and I immediately stopped in my tracks, nodding vigorously.

Mr. Carson kindly and affectionately escorted me to my sister.

Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and she instinctively tried to take the backpack from my hands.

I quickly took a few steps back.

"I could do it myself."

Elaina remained silent. After we got into the car, she stepped hard on the accelerator and raced all the way.

Looking back to my childhood, I felt that tears welled up in my eyes.

In the past, Elaina was the person who loved me the most in this world. No matter what trouble I got into, she would always stand in front of me and argue with our parents.

Even if we were beaten, she would still protect me under her body.

"Leslie is my sweetie, and no one can harm you."

When did it start to change?

Eight years ago.

Our parents drove back overnight to celebrate my birthday.

Unexpectedly, their car collided with a truck halfway through.

They never woke up again.

I vividly remembered my sister kneeling beside their bodies, crying hoarsely.

She trembled as she raised her hand and pointed at me, cursing, "Jinx, you are the one to blame! If it weren't for you, how could they have been dead?"

I would never forget her gaze that day.

It seemed as if it was me who had killed my parents, not the truck driver.

Later, we were taken in by the Larsen family.

Elaina was very intelligent, and Mr. Joey Larsen arranged for her to study abroad. She went away for eight years.

2

At this moment, Elaina spoke up.

"I heard from Devin that you were sick. Why didn't you call and tell me?"

Was I sick?

Maybe I was really sick.

When we first came to the Larsen's house, Joey and his wife, Julie Larsen, were very kind to us.

They were so good that I believed that even ...