Summary
My sister was the “perfect girl” meticulously crafted by our parents.
And I was born to be her foil.
But I never disliked my sister – not until my eighteenth birthday, when she leapt from the twenty-third floor and was smashed to pieces.
She left behind only one sentence: “I’m sorry.”
My parents were so terrified they lost control on the spot.
And from that day on, I began to grow more beautiful.