The Remorse Deep in the Bones

My mother was the most renowned forensic artist, yet she refused to acknowledge me as her daughter.

On my eighteenth birthday, I was kidnapped and called her for help. However, my mother replied impatiently, "Today is Angelina's birthday. Just die if you want attention that badly."

Later, all the bones in my body were shattered and scattered everywhere.

When my mother reconstructed my face from the bones, she lost her mind.