When she was twelve years old, Yan Xin was a stray cat picked up by Mu Li.
He was well-behaved and quiet, looking at his brother with those wet eyes, as if he was the only support left in the world.
Mu Li thought he was the savior and the boy's god.
It wasn't until many years later that the boy who once hid behind him and shivered grew up.
He grew into a more dangerous being than Mu Li, speaking the craziest oaths in the gentlest tone.
"Brother, do you think you raised me?"
Yan Xin pushed the person against the corner, ran her fingertips across the locked diary, and smiled like a successful madman, "It's obviously me, and I have locked you in my territory a long time ago."
Those words written with invisible ink finally became hot under the developer of time——
It's not gratitude, not family affection, but a long-planned love that wants to tear him apart.
Mu Li looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of him and finally realized:
What he watered with his own hands was not cabbage, but a poisonous poppy.
But now, he couldn't escape even if he wanted to.
Intention: to show the two-way rush under extreme personalities, and to interpret the emotional redemption of resolving paranoia and obsession with absolute tolerance.