He sealed it with a kiss, and I sealed it with blood. Also known as "The Love of Broken Pages"
After my father remarried, I had a stepbrother who was only eight years older than me.
He was gentle on the surface, but secretly he pinched my chin and warned: "Stay away from my life."
I tried to avoid him until he drunkenly broke into my room and tore up my diary.
The next day, he rubbed his temples and chuckled: "Just pretend what happened last night never happened."
Later I wrote him into the novel, and the male protagonist had to die a good death.
On the day of the book launch, he sat in the front row as an investor and toasted to me:
"Sister, we have to talk about the ending."
