[Fake siblings + older man + growing-up romance + fiercely possessive brother + sister with an extreme brother complex + mutual healing + both sexually inexperienced + happy ending]
I raised you, so you must belong to me forever.
Whether you call me your brother or something else, I raised you. You can only call me yours.
The day I was born, a fine rain fell.
"Six jin and six liang, a girl. Congratulations!"
The nurse's voice rang out beyond the delivery room, but not one of the family members gathered there looked happy.
When I was four, the mother and father listed on my household register died in a car accident.
Overnight, all that remained of our family was my brother, our elderly grandparents, and me.
The neighbors said I cried all night when I was a newborn.
Because Mom hadn't given birth to a son, the elders in the family scolded her every day. Their curses could be heard right through the walls.
Dad was always silent. Later, Mom began to hate me too.
When I cried in the middle of the night, it was my brother's hand that reached over to pat me gently.
When I was hungry and opened my mouth, my brother held the bottle to my lips.
Sometimes the formula hadn't dissolved properly, and the clumps made me choke as I kicked my legs. He would panic and pat my back.
As for my birth parents?
Mom said I was too noisy. Dad just turned over and pulled the covers over his head.
Even when it came to changing my dirty diapers, the neighbors couldn't stand to watch and had to teach him, still a child himself, how to do it clumsily.
The neighbors often said, "That brother you picked up is more of a parent than your mom."
