After My Fiancée Allowed a Male Colleague to Destroy My Sister’s Keepsake, She Regretted It Madly

On the day of the designer toy exhibition warm-up livestream, my fiancée handed the out-of-production doll my sister had clutched on her deathbed to the newly hired male doll customizer and let him take it apart. On camera, he pried open the doll’s head, washed off the Original Manufacturer coating, and even soaked the faded star sticker on the inside of its skirt in a cup of solvent. That sticker was a reward Yueyue had gotten from a nurse while she was hospitalized. I burst into the livestream room, my hands shaking so badly I couldn’t even pick up the eyeball that had rolled to the corner of the table. But my fiancée stepped in front of me and frowned. “Shen Yan, stop making a scene. Yueyue has been gone for three years. You can’t ruin a living person’s future over a dead person’s toy.” The male doll customizer smiled at the camera. “An old doll that isn’t customized will never be worthy of the spotlight.” Later, he carried that ruined doll onto the stage of the Annual Designer Toy Exhibition and claimed he was going to give a terminally ill girl a new life. I pressed the screen-cast button. The giant screen flashed with the Original Manufacturer authentication page: P-001 Prototype. Modification prohibited. Holder: Shen Yan.