His Turbulent Wind of Love

I don't know how much time passed, but my vision became dim and unclear, and my posture was awkwardly twisted.

My body felt like it was folded into several pieces, placed in a small, confined space.

I was a little scared, and in my struggle, my body floated up.

When I saw my dark yellow suitcase, I understood that those four jerks hadn't stopped because of my pleas.

My final resting place was this dark yellow suitcase, now thrown into the bathroom corner.

"Oh God, why do you make me witness my own miserable state even after death?"

My soul floated in mid-air, wandering around the room, once again seeing my rented apartment clearly.

The room was a mess, with the disgusting stench of blood and sweat lingering on the floor and bed.

It was already daytime outside, though I didn't know which day it was.

The door creaked open, the rusted iron making a piercing sound, pulling my thoughts back.

My mom's voice rose a few decibels, and I could tell she was very angry. "Mia, get out here! Are you dead? Why aren't you answering your phone?"

"Emily's wedding is in two days. Don't mess it up. If you embarrass her, I won't forgive you."

It was Emily again. Since I was ten, these words were etched on my forehead, intertwined with my fate.

Hearing these words made me feel physically nauseous.

I floated to the doorway and saw two more people entering with my mom.

My dad and Emily.

Emily held my mom's arm, like a close mother-daughter pair.

My dad followed behind, constantly wiping sweat from his forehead. "What kind of place did Mia rent? There's not even an air conditioner."

"I told her to come back home, but she didn't listen and had to suffer out here."

Emily picked up a fan from the shoe rack, obediently fanning my parents, her face full of undisguised guilt. "Uncle, Aunt, please don't be mad. It's my fault that Mia got upset with you."

My mom's anger subsided in front of her favorite niece, and she sighed heavily.

"You don't need to defend her. I know exactly what she's like. She's just trying to make things difficult."

"We spoiled her too much before, which made her so willful. Otherwise, your father and your leg..."

My mom's eyes reddened as she spoke, and Emily's tears fell first.

"Don't blame Mia; she didn't mean it."

How genuinely touching.

If I weren't the one involved, I might have been moved by her pitiful appearance and felt sorry for her.

I had often wished that it had been me who died or lost a leg in that car accident.

Would that have been the only way to avoid this current pain?