When I was 15 years old, my parents died, and I had no choice but to seek refuge with my brother. When I was 17 years old, I confessed my love to my brother, and he agreed to be with me. I was very happy. But five years later, I was diagnosed with terminal cancer. In the last three months, I stayed with my brother, but for some reason, my brother seemed to have discovered something. He also tried his best to accompany me. Later, on my birthday, I nestled in my brother's arms and fell asleep forever... After my death, my brother often cut his hands with a razor blade on the stall. In the third year after my death, my brother died, and he came down to accompany me...
Purpose: Cherish life
