If I had the chance to do it over again, I would face my heart, see clearly all the buried emotions, tear off the disguise of self-deception, and frankly admit those unbearable, hot, and almost dirty sincerities.
We are meant to be one. So your pain, your tears, your carefully hidden love and unhappiness - including your whole being, should belong to me.
In my last life, my brother and I drifted apart due to a misunderstanding, and eventually he died tragically at the hands of others. And I, the only one who could save him, missed the opportunity given by God.
When I come back to this life, I not only want to find out the truth about his brutal murder, but I also want to understand: Is that obsession that is always separated even though we are estranged from it, just family affection, or is it a feeling that we always dare not admit and bury in our hearts?
Keywords: Siblings | True Bones | Rebirth | Misunderstanding | Unlimited Streaming
Before the story begins, I would like to ask everyone
If your closest relatives or loved ones died in pain, and you had the opportunity to come back again and again to save them - but each time you were reborn, you would lose some memories and suffer superimposed pain. Would you still choose to do it again?
Don't rush to answer. I know, this is not an easy question to answer.
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