It was only after my death that my diary was made public on the Internet, and my brother knelt in front of my grave and repented painfully. But I only had a small grave left, and I no longer cautiously called me brother. That year, my parents passed away and the company was on the verge of bankruptcy. When my brother was in his most difficult time, I chose to cut off relations with him. Five years later, he became famous, the company went public, and he became Mr. Huo, whom everyone looked up to.
