Chapter 4

When I walked into my room, I couldn't believe my eyes.

My blanket was just dumped on the floor, covered in dirty footprints.

The gifts I treasured were thrown down and trampled beyond recognition.

All these gifts were birthday presents from my parents before I was ten, and I'd kept them safe all these years.

After I turned ten, nobody remembered my birthday anymore. Every birthday, I'd hold those gifts closely and remind myself that my parents still cared about me.

A wave of panic washed over me, and I hurriedly pulled open my bookshelf. Luckily, she hadn't touched my…