My sister is a madwoman. On her 24th birthday, the police arrested her for intentional assault. They charged her with harming fifteen men she had been intimate with, not including her missing boyfriend. When she was arrested, she was in the middle of smashing her sixteenth lover’s head with a vase. The reason? Simply because he forgot to put away her clothes. However, on the fourth day in jail, she was diagnosed with a mental illness and released. That day, our yard was filled with men coming to propose to her. On New Year’s Day, as soon as dawn broke, I got up and cleaned the entire house inside and out. Not because I was industrious, but because my sister, Scarlett, was coming home today. I had just climbed up a ladder to hang some New Year’s decorations when Chris, who had been waiting outside, snatched them from me. He started comparing them, trying to curry favor: “You should’ve told me about this kind of work, I would’ve done it for you. It’s too high, you might fall.” Obviously, he had come with a purpose. I folded my arms and leaned against the wall. “You’re here too early, my sister hasn’t come back yet.” Chris pushed up his glasses and stepped into our house without hesitation, his smile bright but… not well-intentioned. “I know, but it’s New Year’s, right? I came early to help create a nice environment for your sister.” He then pulled out a gift box and shoved it into my hands. I thought it was for me, but he said: “I didn’t have a chance to give your sister a birthday gift, so this is to make up for it. Make sure you give it to her for me!” I didn’t take it, just frowned at the box. “Chris, we’ve grown up together. If you have something to say, just say it. Why are you being so eager?” Hearing this, he dropped the act. He took off his coat and sprawled on the sofa like it was his own home. “Alright, I’ll be straight with you. I’ve always liked your sister. I couldn’t say anything before because she had a boyfriend, but now that she’s single, I want to make my move. What do you think?” The gift in my hand dropped to the floor the next second. I couldn’t help but widen my eyes in disbelief. Did I hear that right? Back in school, Chris was known as the town’s top student, and now he’s successful in his career. How could he want to pursue my sister? First of all, my sister is a full 5 years older than him. Moreover, my sister had hurt so many men that people were afraid she might be a psychopathic killer. Everyone else was avoiding her like the plague, so how could someone voluntarily throw themselves at her, especially… such a young, educated guy? Besides, my sister hurt people for no reason at all, it all depended on her mood. She might stab someone to death with scissors just because her makeup didn’t look good that day. How could anyone like such a lunatic? Did he have a death wish? If it weren’t for her mental illness diagnosis, she would have been executed long ago. Seeing Chris’s eager face, I couldn’t help but speak up: “Chris, you know my sister isn’t… normal. Aren’t you afraid she might kill you?” To my surprise, Chris not only didn’t appreciate my concern but rolled his eyes at me. “What nonsense are you talking about? Your sister is like a heavenly fairy. It’s those men who weren’t worthy of her. How could it be your sister’s fault?” I really thought I was hallucinating now. Just as I was about to continue, Chris shoved a wad of cash into my hand without letting me speak. “As long as you help me with this, I’ll make sure you’re well rewarded.” With that, he turned back to the mirror, preparing to greet my sister with his best appearance. It was too strange. Before I could react, other men from the town swarmed around me like madmen: “Mia, you must put in a good word for me with your sister!” “Get lost, I’m young and strong. I can definitely give you and your sister a good life!” “What use is strength? I have money. They’ll live a life of luxury with me! Choose me!” The crowd’s voices, one over another, nearly made my head explode. What I found even more incomprehensible was that although my sister was beautiful, she always had a strange odor that made people want to cover their noses and walk away. Moreover, she would hurt people at the slightest provocation. Even I was afraid of her. Yet these people were about to fight each other just to marry her. It was truly bizarre.
When my sister walked into the yard and saw the room full of gifts, she could barely move around. Her mood instantly plummeted to rock bottom, and she kicked away the nearest gift box. “Who told these idiots to send this stuff? It’s annoying just looking at it.” I didn’t dare to argue, I could only explain after she finished venting while cleaning up the mess: “These are from the men in town. They want to marry you, so they sent gifts for your birthday to please you.” My sister snorted coldly, casually touching her hair. It seemed that being proposed to was already an extremely ordinary thing for her. Seeing me standing still, she kicked me: “What are you standing there for? Can’t you see I’m tired? Come and massage my feet!” I didn’t dare delay, fearing she might split my head open with an axe. I scrambled over, just about to kneel down and reach out, when the local matchmaker, Mrs. Wilson, rushed in impatiently: “Oh my! I timed it perfectly, guessing you’d be back by now. Look, I wasn’t wrong.” “You have no idea, people have been lining up from one end of town to the other since early morning. You really are blessed with good fortune.” As she spoke, she took out her phone, swiping through photos of men, insisting that my sister must choose one to marry. My sister showed no interest, merely glancing at it casually: “They’re all trash. None of them are good enough for me.” I quickly nodded beside her: “That’s right, sis. How could any of these men be worthy of you? I think we should forget about it. We can talk about marriage some other time.” My intention was to save those men’s lives, after all, none of my sister’s previous boyfriends had lived longer than half a month. Whoever marries my sister would be sending themselves to their death, wouldn’t they? But as soon as Mrs. Wilson heard this, she became anxious: “Silly girl, what are you saying! Your sister has such good genes, they should be passed down! Get out of the way, children don’t understand these things. Let your sister choose.” With that, she pushed me aside. I stumbled and almost fell. My sister just glanced at me, then her gaze fell on the phone. But after just two looks, she became impatient and casually swiped past a man’s photo: “I’ll take this one.” When that face stopped on the screen, my pupils suddenly dilated: “Sis… this one doesn’t seem suitable for you. Why don’t we…” My sister immediately looked at me with interest, smiling particularly brightly: “Oh~ You don’t want me to marry him? Then I’ll definitely choose him. Mrs. Wilson, go tell him this good news right now.” She finished, maliciously staring at my face, wanting to see my reaction. Although I was unwilling in my heart, looking into my sister’s eyes, I could only turn my face away very meekly: “Sis, I’ll go tell him.” Why, why did she have to choose him of all people?
It was a winter day when I was pushed into the river by some local kids while I was outside washing clothes for my sister. The river water was bone-chillingly cold. They laughed more and more raucously on the shore: “Serves you right! Your sister is a slut, always seducing our dads. You’re a slut too!” “Sluts should drown here! Hahaha!” I frantically waved my arms for help, but they just stood on the shore, coldly watching me. After what seemed like an eternity, all my strength was exhausted. I felt my body sinking, the icy river water seeping into my lungs. At that moment, I found myself oddly reluctant to leave my sister. If I died, where would she find another slave to beat and scold at will? Just as my life was about to come to an end, he appeared. His name was James. He was a teacher in our town, a full ten years older than me. With such an age gap, I shouldn’t have developed feelings for him. But having grown up without a father’s love, seeing him shivering all over from rescuing me, soaking wet, yet still trying to comfort me… I couldn’t help but fall for him. He taught me how to read and write, told me about morality and shame. As I grew older day by day, I always wanted to find the right time to express my feelings. But now, I would never get that chance. How did his photo end up here? It certainly couldn’t have been voluntary. There must be some hidden story! My thoughts were in a complete mess. Mrs. Wilson put away her phone with a grin: “Good choice. He’s educated and handsome, a perfect husband material.” With that, she waddled off to James’s house to announce the good news. But I rushed there ahead of her. He was sitting in his room, reading a book. That scholarly appearance, I could never associate him with those ill-fated men. I stumbled into the room: “Why did you go to choose my sister’s husband! Don’t you know her personality and temper? Do you have a death wish?” Without waiting for his answer, I grabbed his hand and started to pull him out: “Come on, let’s go to my house right now and tell my sister this is all a misunderstanding!” But before we had taken a few steps, he yanked his hand away: “What are you going crazy about? Of course I went to choose because I like your sister. What else did you think it was for?” This was like a bolt from the blue. After all, I had always believed he had feelings for me too. I thought he just couldn’t express it due to the town gossip. Now, how was I supposed to accept that it was all just my one-sided imagination? My emotions spiraled out of control, and I screamed at him hysterically: “She kills people! Think about all those men before!” To my surprise, he just sneered: “That’s because they weren’t capable enough, couldn’t give your sister what she wanted. I’m different. I’m educated and experienced. Your sister will definitely fall in love with me.” Seeing his confident demeanor, my heart ached. Forget it, this feeling was just my unrequited love anyway, nothing to be reluctant about. “Actually, I’ve been so nice to you all this time for your sister’s sake.” Just when I thought I couldn’t be more devastated, he dealt me another blow. I looked at him in shock, but the tenderness that used to be in his eyes had completely vanished, leaving only coldness. So that’s how it was! In an instant, anger clouded my mind, and I couldn’t help but laugh: “You’ve been so good to me, and I have no way to repay you. I can only bring you some good news – my sister has chosen to marry you.”
As soon as I finished speaking, James, who had been looking impatient just moments ago, suddenly transformed into a different person, his face beaming with joy. He gripped my hands tightly: “Really? You’re not lying to me, are you?” Seeing his eager expression, I couldn’t help but sneer. Why would I lie about something like this? Is this how little he thought of me? The usually reserved James started dancing with joy the moment he confirmed this news. Watching him, my heart filled with bitterness. The man I loved was so excited because he was going to marry my sister. What a huge joke. But I still tried my best to remain calm: “So when do you plan to get married? I don’t think there’s any rush, after all, she just…” Before I could finish saying “lost her husband,” he excitedly shook his head: “No, no, no! If she chose me, it proves she likes me too. I’ve waited for so many years, I absolutely can’t wait any longer. I want to marry her today!” I couldn’t believe my ears: “Today? Isn’t that too rushed?” But he couldn’t hear a word I was saying, continuously rubbing his hands: “Yes! Today! Can’t wait! Go tell your sister to get ready! I’ll tidy up and then come to pick her up!” I didn’t want to stay there any longer. I fled home like the wind and told my sister this news in a daze. My sister just nodded, saying nothing. The wedding was held quickly, with all the men in town gathering reluctantly. They were all jealous that James had successfully married my sister. After all, she was the object of desire for every man in town. James was grinning from ear to ear, his eyes never leaving my sister. As for my sister, who had been married many times before, she showed no emotion, as cold as if she were attending someone else’s wedding. By the time the wedding ended, James was drunk and could barely stand. He insisted on holding my hand to chat: “Don’t worry, Mia! I’m your brother-in-law now. I’ll treat you like my own little sister!” The smile on my face was extremely forced. The man I loved had become my brother-in-law. What a mess! James skipped the usual post-wedding celebration. If it weren’t for the guests who hadn’t left yet, he would have eagerly dragged my sister into the bedroom. Finally, everything quieted down, leaving just the three of us in the big house. James completely ignored my existence, grinning as he held my sister’s hand: “Look, it’s already dark. Since we’re married now, shouldn’t we…” At this moment, he had lost all semblance of a teacher’s demeanor, looking every bit like an old lecher. But my sister coyly pushed him away: “Oh, you naughty boy. Come with me to the bedroom.” James immediately dropped his chopsticks and followed her like an obedient puppy. Originally, I should have quickly left after clearing the dishes. But the question in my mind grew bigger and bigger. How could my sister, a mentally ill person with blood on her hands, have such magic to attract everyone in town? The question marks were about to burst my brain. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I carefully moved to the window of their new room. I stood on tiptoe and peeked inside. That one glance nearly scared my soul out of my body.
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