Chapter 2
When I was ten, dad also died.
He had come to the Su mansion several times and finally saw us on his last day.
Dad looked disheveled and knelt begging us for some capital to turn his life around.
I was gnawing on a bun while standing on the door frame. Without thinking I refused, “Dad, you know we are growing. Any money you give is wasted on our mouths. It can’t fill even one copper of that bottomless pit.”
Dad cursed loudly. My sister and I exchanged a glance. We decided it was better to act early than late and end his life that day.
Many things happened that day. We slipped out of the mansion and killed dad with our own hands.
After all, a saint had once said that if reconciliation with our original family was impossible, then we should eliminate our original family.