My parents told me before they died: My brother was adopted and we were going to get married.
His name is Huang Yu, he is two years older than me, he saved my life and supported the family. In the past ten years, he only said: respect your choice.
I thought this was fate.
Until I met another person - and knew for the first time what it felt like to have my heart racing.
On one side is the brother who is as kind as a mountain, and on the other side is the person who is heart-thumping.
On one side is the last wish of my parents, and on the other side is my own heart.
Should I call the brother I have called brother for twenty years kindness or love?
