The Shao siblings are known in their circles as "gifts from the muses."
The older sister, Shao Sichun, is the piano goddess of the Warsaw Philharmonic Hall. Her admirers call her the Supreme Night of Vesta.
The younger brother, Shao Xitai, is a star athlete with outstanding coordination, the star captain and tactical brain of the rugby team. But by his sister's side, he only wags his tail. Countless times, people have labeled him "Shao Xitai is Shao Sichun's personal property."
Their friends all marveled:
"Shao Xitai, are you a dog or what? You can sniff out your sister and come running?"
Shao Xitai, still half asleep, lay across his sister's lap and lazily toyed with the goose-yellow ribbon beneath her sleeve. "Tsk, isn't a little brother there to be his sister's plaything of a dog?"
*
Neon lights blazed over Victoria Harbour on a sweltering night. Outside, the grand show of her engagement to a corporate tycoon's heir was underway, while family and friends smiled and offered their blessings.
Just beyond a wall, a back like a string of white pearls writhed forward, inch by inch, forcefully and coldly prying open her tightly clasped fingers.
"Why don't you dare look at me? I grew up with you. I've slept beneath your little bed since I was four. I was your trophy at eighteen, your dependent at twenty-two. We kept it from everyone. We were closer than anyone in the world. How dare you be with him?" Shao Xitai pulled the blood-red tie from his suit and wrapped it around her eyes and wrists, pulling it taut behind her head.
His stark white back teeth, sharpened in his adulthood, clenched tight. He bit down hard on the metal nameplate trembling against her chest, making even an ascetic Buddha lose his senses.
Shao Sichun's eye sockets were so shallow they could not contain this feverish, hallucinatory desire. Two transparent silver snakes slipped from beneath the damp, subtly patterned tie.
He laughed coldly by her ear. "What kind of brother-in-law is he? When we took shelter from the rain on Fenli Road last time, did he know how we kissed?"
*
No one knew that Shao Sichun utterly loathed this "little brother" her parents had brought home, the one who had come to steal her family's inheritance.
When the "little brother" asked her, confused and hurt, "Sister, are adopted children bastards? They never want to play with me."
In the vineyard, Shao Sichun wore her pure-looking hair in a low ponytail. The evening light blurred warmly across her face. "How could you be a bastard? My parents adopted you so that one day you could rightfully become my little husband and play with me for the rest of our lives. Shh, this is our secret."
After that, the apples Shao Sichun received were always the biggest and prettiest pieces her little brother had peeled, and always the ones he had saved for her.
'How disgusting,' she thought, tossing the sticky piece of apple into the trash.
*
A malicious joke from their youth, years later, became the deep sea of Victoria Harbour in which he drowned her.
#Beneath Mount Kadoorie, you are the most haunting debt of love from the start of the century#
[Feigned sickly beauty / black swan war correspondent older sister x intensely aggressive / ferocious white-skinned war-dog boy athlete]
Theme: Love like the moon.