I spun a story that never existed.
In order to bear the torn childhood, the tragic death of his younger brother, and the despair of being abandoned by the whole world.
I blamed my brother's death entirely on myself, but I was greedy for the "living" stolen goods, so dreams became my refuge - I imagined that he was a love rival who took away everything, and that my parents committed unforgivable sins against me, so that I could hate them naturally without being burdened with guilt.
But when the big dream finally broke, when the bubble of fantasy exploded, I saw clearly that it was never them that I hated, but the poor guy who failed to protect his brother and was entangled in the past.
The venomous tongue and the irritable brother × the "magic pill" brother who makes everything possible
Demining: Both people are crazy
Concept: Family love is the greatest emotion in the world
