When Jiang Jin was thirteen, her mother's red dress turned into a puddle of syrup on the concrete floor.
When Jiang Liao hugged him and left, bloody footprints were all over the white shirt.
They said Jiang Jin was sick - he didn't know how to scream when he was in pain, and he couldn't laugh when he was happy.
Only Jiang Liao understands: his emotions are special offerings that only affect one person.
"Xiao Jin, you need to tell me if it hurts."
But Jiang Liao's wrists were covered with scars from when Jiang Jin was ill, one after another, like his growth rings.
Until the DNA report fell on the table, it turned out that this abnormal attachment and even the blood relationship were fake.
As Jiang Jin climbed up to the top floor, he thought: If I'm not his brother, what are these sweet nights of pain?
Jiang Liao smiled at him in the wind: "Jump down."
"It's okay now. You're dirty, and so am I. We're even."
Purpose: To explore how deformed dependence evolves into the only salvation, and to establish an order that only belongs to each other on the ruins.