He lost his elder brother's hand when he was resold at the age of four. He has been sleeping insomnia holding old paintings for eight years. Even the new skin care products given by his adoptive mother, he just wanted to secretly leave them to his cracked hands;
They say I'm too feminine to be a boy, but I'm the only one who knows that. I'm just afraid that no one will stand in front of me anymore;
Until the old scar at the back door of the restaurant hit my eyes - his sleeves were still stained with detergent foam. How could he look exactly like the brother in my painting?
Intent: Brotherly redemption, two-way search, childhood trauma healing, long separation reunion, multi-person friendship