(Ruthless and decisive + Rise from the bottom + Brotherhood + Growth)
The person I have wronged most in this life is my older brother.
Our parents died young. My brother raised me all by himself.
When I was ten, he lay covered in injuries on a hospital bed, his face wrapped in thick bandages. Weakly, he gripped my hand:
"Haoran, study hard from now on... Don't follow your brother's example. I'm... not someone worth looking up to... From now on, you'll have to rely on yourself..."
Before he could finish, he slumped back, closed the eyes he'd worn out working all his life, and never opened them again.
I secretly vowed then to follow his last words, keep my head down and study, and live an honest life. I would never get involved in trouble again.
But fate had other plans. It never gives people the chance to choose.
On my way home from school that day, I was forced to grab an iron bar and fight back to protect my childhood sweetheart. Then those thugs beat me half to death.
One wrong step, and nothing is in your hands anymore.
I'm sorry, Brother...
This was never the path I wanted to take. They forced me onto it, every step of the way.
