After My Parents Adopted a Son, I Gave Up Trying

When my parents sent me abroad, Song Qile was competing in his university's freshman basketball tournament.

My older sister and fiancée were there, cheering him on.

That honor should have been mine.

The autographed jersey he wore should have been my fourteenth birthday present.

Song Qile and I had been at odds for most of our lives. Whether I was right or wrong, all he had to do was act pitiful and my parents would defend him without hesitation and blame me.

But I was their biological son!

Only when I died alone of illness abroad did I finally see the truth.

If I get another chance, I won't fight Song Qile for this love that was biased from the start.