When I was seventeen...
My mother brought a man home and said with a smile that she wanted to give me a younger brother.
A cold and beautiful face peeked out from behind the man. The cuffs of his school uniform were rolled up, revealing half of his lean forearm.
His eyes swept across my face, and finally landed on the jade bracelet on my mother's wrist.
Then one day, he cornered me in an empty classroom and rubbed the back of my neck with his fingertips:
"Brother, your mother stole my mother's man."
"Then should I--take away her son?"
Intent: The encounter between two people is not just an arrangement of fate, it can also be the salvation of each other.