Seven years ago, my mother left behind a deck of twenty-two tarot cards and disappeared.
That rainy night, his younger brother was dragged into the other world by the shadow of the Hanged Man. Lin Jianshen only had time to see his smiling face when he turned around.
From then on everyone told him: Your brother is dead. Your mother is missing.
But seven years later, I returned to that old house, opened the iron box under the desk, and touched the priestess card——
The younger brother leaned half of his body out of the crack in the other world, covered in blood, and smiled exactly like before:
"Brother, did you see the words on the back of the Hanged Man card?"
They all said that their mother sacrificed herself to seal the original Hanged Man.
But she stuffed the last half of the card into Lin Jianshen's hand.
There was a baby pictured on that card. He was curled up on the back of the Hanged Man, eyes closed, and the outline of his eyebrows and eyes were exactly the same as when his brother was born.
There are twenty-two Major Arcanas, each one corresponding to a way of death.
And the mother hid her two lives in the shadow of the Hanged Man.
Lin Jianyue carved another half sentence with her nails on the bottom of the tower, just five words:
"Brother, give birth to me."
