My family used me as a blood bank, the flower arm man was my salvation

On my nineteenth birthday, I returned home with great joy.

As soon as I entered the door, I was met with my brother Ethan Jiang's eyes full of disgust.

My smile froze and slowly disappeared.

I admit, I was a little afraid of him.

"Brother..."

I called out to him timidly.

He let out a cold laugh, pressing me aggressively, "Jasmine Jiang, what are you so happy about? Why isn't it you who's sick?"

Seeing that I didn't respond, his eyes grew even fiercer, "Do you believe that I can make sure you don't live past this birthday?"

I gave a bitter smile, all too familiar with his threats.

I took two steps back and bowed politely, "I'm sorry, brother.

I shouldn't be happy."

Only then would he calm down a bit.

I looked forward to a quiet birthday.

Mom and Dad came back with big and small bags, and Mother glanced at me.

"Ethan is allergic to egg whites."

she said, not in a tone of discussion, but of notification.

I agreed as usual, putting away all expectations.

Ethan looked at me smugly, mouthing, "I won."

Suddenly, he clutched his chest, breathing rapidly as if he was about to suffocate.

Mom and Dad hurried over.

"Ethan, what's wrong?"

"I...

I feel awful..."

"To the hospital, now!"

Dad picked up Ethan and rushed out.

Mother followed closely behind.

They didn't even spare me a glance, leaving me alone at home, starving.

I took out a cold, hard steamed bun from the fridge and dipped it in some plain water.

Just as I was about to take a bite, Mother came back.

She glanced at me, stunned for a moment, then saw the steamed bun on the table.

In an instant, she flew into a rage.

"You wretched girl, your brother is so sick, and you still have the heart to steal food! Have you no shame?"

She grabbed the hot water on the table and splashed it on me without a second thought.

I fell to the ground in pain, only able to tightly protect myself.

She was still not satisfied and started punching and kicking.

"That'll teach you to steal food, you little beast!"

The excruciating pain made it unbearable for me.

I struggled to stand up and pushed her away.

She was shocked by my resistance, her eyes wide.

"You good-for-nothing, are you trying to rebel? Ungrateful wretch!"

"What does Ethan's illness have to do with me? Have you ever cared about me all these years? If you hate me so much, why did you give birth to me in the first place?"

Living in this family, I felt like an outsider, treading on thin ice with trepidation.

She grabbed my hair and started slamming my head against the floor.

"You think we wanted to have you? If Ethan didn't need you as a blood bank, who would want a good-for-nothing like you?"

In the intense pain, my consciousness gradually blurred.

I only remember her throwing me out the door.

Letting the neighbors mock me, letting the sun scorch me.

In a daze, I seemed to see a figure walking towards me.