His Turbulent Wind of Love

Just like that car accident when I was ten, it was my fault because I survived unscathed.

No matter how I explained, you always said one thing.

"If you hadn't been so willful and made your uncle take you to the amusement park, he wouldn't have died, and Emily wouldn't have lost a leg."

"It's all your fault. You're a sinner, and you can never atone for your sin, even in death."

You brought Emily home and said I had to take good care of her to honor my uncle's memory and atone for my sins.

There was no elevator at home, and I, shorter than Emily, carried her on my back for three years.

Five floors, I was really tired.

When I couldn't hold on and fell, you scolded me for being useless, for being a jinx, and for deliberately opposing you.

But you didn't even glance at my bleeding knees.

"Mom, I'm dead now, and I died horribly. Can my sins be considered atoned for?"

I was so tired.

My phone was still off. After making a dozen calls, my mom's face grew increasingly grim, as if someone was choking her.

It was only when Emily gently patted her back that she calmed down a bit.

She took a deep breath and said angrily, "Don't worry, Emily. I will find her. I'll tie her up and bring her to your wedding if I have to."

"It's okay, Aunt. Even if Mia doesn't come, I won't blame her. After all, I'm the older sister, and I should take care of her."

My mom held her hand affectionately, "If Mia were half as sensible as you, I wouldn't worry about her all the time."

How ridiculous. I was the one who died horribly, the one folded into a suitcase.

Yet it was Emily who got comforted.

I felt restless and frantic, not wanting to exist in this world any longer.

They wouldn't care whether I was alive or dead.

I just wanted her to find me and bury me soon.

Fortunately, the next moment, my mom stood at the bathroom door, the suitcase right in front of her.

I was finally going to be discovered.

I stood in front of her, waving my hand desperately. "Come in and open it. You'll find me. I didn't mean to oppose you, I just... just died..."

My mom really walked towards the suitcase.

One step, two steps, getting closer, almost there...

At this moment, even though I was just a transparent soul, I still held my breath nervously.

"Mom, don't be mad if you get scared. I didn't mean it."

But, my mom didn't keep walking.

Emily grabbed her arm. "Aunt, Henry texted me. I need to go try on my wedding dress."