My name is Nan Ye.
Nan is a warm word. The tip of the tongue and the roof of the mouth touched gently, feeling warm for no reason.
But when this word came out of my mother's mouth, it was extremely cold.
Because, my brother is also named Nanye.
My mother is a gentle woman. Only when she mentioned her brother did she become extremely cold.
Brother, is he terrible? Why is my brother locked in a dungeon?
When I was seven years old, I once asked my mother this question.
But my mother just looked in the mirror and kept combing her hair. As black as Ziye's long hair, it is so deep that it seems to have absorbed all the darkness and sadness from all things. Her long black hair must be as cold as her frozen expression in the mirror.
Brother, is he terrible? Why...
Nan'er, you don't want to be like him, right?
Nan'er didn't say that she wanted to be like her brother...
Then don't ask this question again!
The only time in my memory that my mother got angry. From then on, this issue became taboo in Nanfu.
And I can only see my twin brother, who has been locked in a dungeon since birth, on the night of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month every year, which is the night when the moon is at its fullest.