My Sister Was Caged, I Came Back For Revenge

I came home early, hoping to surprise my little sister.

But when I arrived, she was nowhere to be found.

Then, by sheer chance, I spotted a scrap of her clothing poking through the bars of the locked dog cage near the front gate. Alarmed, I rushed over, opened the cage—and froze.

There she was, curled up inside a cramped wooden kennel, no bigger than a square meter. Her tiny frame looked pitiful, huddled like a stray.

I knelt down, trying to keep my voice light. "Why are you sleeping in here, silly? Come out—big sis brought your favorite milk cake!"