I was picked up in the snow by my father, five months shy of his biological daughter.
When I was sixteen years old, I ranked first in the city and turned around and tore up the notice from a key high school with my own hands.
My family was so poor that I couldn't take the blame, so I dropped out of school and went to the construction site to carry cement so that my unrelated sister could realize her dream of becoming a star.
Everyone in the street called me stupid for not giving up the golden rice bowl, so I tried my best to give her all the good things.
I didn't make any excuses.
After ten years of hard work, I went from a humble handyman to a leading company in the local decoration industry, with half of the city's real estate and office buildings being my handiwork.
But she found me embarrassing because I smelled like cement, and she was too embarrassed to tell anyone that I had a brother who worked in decoration. She threw herself into the arms of a rich second generation and dreamed of being a star. Then she was cheated of two million in liquidated damages, and she cried until she collapsed in a rented house.
Those people were waiting to see the joke about our poor family being ruined, and they were waiting to see her ruined reputation.
Until I came to the door with a lawyer and cash, the rich second-generation father bowed and apologized on the spot, and everyone in the room fell silent.
She cried and apologized to me, saying that she would never be willful again and that she would recognize me as a good brother in her life.
Her confidence was crushed by love, and I helped her regain it bit by bit;
She couldn't let go of her dream of being on stage, and I personally helped her set it higher.
Others gossiped that "the nominal brother and sister messed up Tsunasa", I stood in front of her and didn't let her hear any gossip.
But she didn't know—she held up a pebble in front of me and shouted, "Don't bully my brother." From that day on, it was never my sister that I wanted to protect...
