After the Eraser Erased Me, My Parents Went Mad with Regret

On New Year's Eve, my little sister, Joy, begged me to play hide-and-seek.

The moment I covered my eyes and counted to thirty, the eraser in my brain moved again.

I stood frozen in place for a few seconds.

Then, I turned around, went back inside, and started watching TV.

An hour later, my mom knelt in front of me.

"Elena, where is Joy?"

Joy?

I blinked. "I don't have a sister, do I?"

My mom's expression shattered instantly.

Everyone abandoned the New Year's Eve feast and rushed out into the heavy snow.

But they couldn't find Joy anywhere.