When I was 19 years old, my mother left and Brother Ye took me in.
He had a bad temper and smelled like engine oil, but he would silently pay my tuition fees.
My heart was moved, and I confessed drunkenly, but all I got in exchange was a cold "Nonsense" from him.
I left him heartbroken, flew away with my talent, and took away his children.
When we saw each other again, he left everything behind and found me in an unkempt manner.
Seeing the child with similar facial features to his, this arrogant man collapsed on the spot.
He knelt in the rain and beat his chest over and over again:
"Wanxing, this place... Hurts to death."
[From dependence to escape｜See how rough guys trample the crematorium]
