My older brother is terribly unfortunate.
Born into wealth, he was never loved by his parents. He fought valiantly in battle, only to be framed and nearly killed. After wandering through the snow, he was rescued by a young lady, who gave him food and medicine. They promised themselves to each other, but when he came to claim her with their token, she had suddenly changed her mind and married someone else.
His family, friends, and lover all betrayed him.
That was when my brother finally remembered that he was a madman.
That night, the prince's estate dragged back a man and a woman, a pair of beautiful cousins. The man was He Yizhou, and the woman was Song Yiying. They swore to live and die together, like a pair of star-crossed lovers.
My poor brother's eyes turned red, and he went berserk. Blood soaked through, then dried. All night, screams, curses, and hysterical roars and cries of pain were locked away in the dark dungeon, day after day.
At last, I couldn't bear to watch any longer.
I helped the beautiful woman escape and kept the beautiful man behind.
I never expected to die the very next day.
Only after my death did I learn that this was a world inside a fictional story. That rotten story was utterly vile. A groveling romance after betrayal? It was all just a humiliating record of my poor brother's madness. I scoured the scraps of plot for a few words about myself:
