"You have to be a good brother and I have to be a bad brother.
The game was on from the moment they stepped through the door. "
On the seventh day of his mother's funeral, his father brought his real son.
Mingcheng is six years older than me, and he is as perfect as a curse tailor-made for me.
There is an age difference of six years between us.
He is what his father calls a mature and steady "role model".
I was a drag on their dark, rebellious side.
I remembered my mother's last words and pointed all the sharp thorns at him——
Aim at the Mingcheng that is always gentle and decent, and seems to be always correct.
I hate him for taking everything from me.
Until that rainy night, I saw him tearing off his disguise.
Until my father's cold calculation forced us to be on the same front.
Until I found out——
Every crack under his gentle mask has something to do with me.
"Mu Yunqi,"
He knelt down and tied my loose shoelaces,
The voice was as light as a sigh:
"I play this game of chess for you.
It's okay to use me, but don't push me away. "
Later, when only the two of us were left on the battlefield called "home",
He held my chin, his eyes filled with madness that I had never seen before:
"The chess game has been decided and the play must come to an end."
"Now tell me-"
"Are you the opponent I carefully introduced into the game, or are you the king's chess piece I willingly offered?"
A dangerous game of chess led him into the game.
I thought I was a chess player,
Later I realized that I was the chess piece he wanted to capture the most.
And love is the only unequal rule in this game.
Concept: Love is the only and unequal rule in the game