I’m Li Wanxing’s brother, though we share neither parent, and the standard tragic, lovesick second male lead from a dark romance.
After my family adopted her, I protected her for eighteen years.
In the end, she clung to the male lead, crying that I had imprisoned her and was a pervert, a demon.
“How does Xingxing want to get back at him?”
Li Wanxing gave a coquettish laugh, a malicious glint in her eyes. “He has severe germophobia. He loves being clean more than anything.”
That very night, his men knocked me out and dumped me in Jiangcheng’s roughest, filthiest red-light district.
Not long after that, I died of despair.
When I woke up again, it was the day my parents adopted her.
The little girl looked at me timidly. “Hello, big brother.”
I tugged at Dad’s sleeve.
“Dad, let’s go.”
“I have no desire to play big brother to a stranger.”
