"She's so young, with her bright future ahead of her; it shouldn't have to be this way!"

My father and mother both fell to their knees.

This was the greatness of parental love—they were willing to take the blame for a murderer, even when the victim was their other daughter.

Their pitiful pleas as they knelt on the ground pierced my heart. I controlled my emotions, forcing myself not to dwell on these thoughts.

Jennifer was detained, and I spent a long time at the police station.

During that period, my father and mother visited Jennifer.

"Dad, Mom, I miss you so much!"

Although they couldn't embrace me, their tear-filled...