My brother and I are twins.
On the day I landed, a fortune teller came to my house asking for a drink of water.
He stared at us for a long time and then said:
"Twin stars fall to the ground, one is good and the other is bad; evil spirits cover the sun, making it difficult to distinguish between true and false."
My parents favored sons over daughters and believed that my younger brother was a lucky star.
They thought I was unlucky and decided to throw me into the mountains to feed the wolves.
