She sent a message using a man's phone.
"The piglet has been delivered, remember to check it."
Then she asked her brothers to leave.
As for herself, she changed into a light yellow dress.
It looked familiar; it was the one I had once wanted to give her, but she almost tore it apart.
Her hair fell smoothly down, and she sat there quietly, like a naive girl who knew nothing of the world.
This was a side of her I had never seen before.
Before long, the Myanmar man who had once stabbed my heart approached her, speaking poor Mandarin.
"Honorable Miss, welcome to Myanmar."
"I am your tour guide. Please feel free to follow us; we will introduce you to local customs and various snacks, and we hope you have a great time."
She timidly glanced at them a few times, her act of being a pitiful little rabbit was truly lifelike.
The Myanmar man smiled with satisfaction and kindly opened the car door for her.
"Please."
His eyes were filled with excitement as he easily invited Sarah into the car.
I screamed desperately, "No!"
No matter the reason, I did not want Sarah to go to the park.
It was surrounded like a steel barrel; it was a swamp where even flies couldn't escape.
It was where I lost my life, a hell on earth where countless vengeful souls were powerless.
Sarah was formidable; many professional fighters were no match for her.
However, the people in the park had guns.
How could flesh and blood withstand firearms?
But she couldn't hear my cries and willingly followed them away.
Just after getting into the car, several men suddenly covered her eyes and ears.
She pretended to struggle a bit but allowed them to blindfold her.
Her voice trembled as she asked, "Has my sister also been taken by you? Please tell me where she is. Can I trade myself for her?"
Sister... Sister?
I suddenly felt a pang in my nose and wanted to cry, but my soul couldn't shed tears.
I remembered that after she returned, our parents tried their best to make up for their guilt by being overly nice to her.
Everything she liked would be delivered to her immediately by me and our parents.
Whatever delicacies she wanted, I would walk ten kilometers just to bring them back for her.
But she never appreciated it; she would use exquisite rings to scratch my face or splash boiling hot spicy noodles all over me.
She never called me sister.
She said no one deserved to be her sister.
Yet today, she uttered those two words.
I watched the cruelty hidden behind her innocent demeanor.
Suddenly feeling confused, it seemed she wasn't here to desecrate my corpse.
She was here for revenge on my behalf.