My younger sister always claimed she had club activities.
They weren’t actually busy.
They were off traveling the world—with him.
And while they were out making memories, I worked tirelessly to get into the School of Economics, pushing myself to excel, thinking I was helping my sister relieve her burdens.
Only for her to effortlessly hand my hard-earned postgraduate admission quota to someone else.
This realization struck like a bolt of lightning—shattering me completely.
I lay motionless in bed for a long time before finally reaching for my phone and dialing my mentor’s number.
“Professor, you mentioned before that you were organizing research projects abroad. I’ve made my decision—I want to join.”
His response was immediate.
“Good! I always told you that you should explore the world instead of being tied down.”
Yes…
For years, I had rejected countless offers from top universities abroad.
I couldn’t bear to leave my sister and younger sister behind.
But now, they have made the choice for me.
“Professor, I’ve truly made up my mind this time. But I have one request—I want my identity permanently erased.”
A brief pause. Then, his voice came back, steady and resolute.