Han Xingqi x Li Huan
A doting older-brother seme x a sickly uke
A story about taking in and being taken in, about remembering, but never quite managing to remember.
My name is Li Huan. Huan, as in raccoon.
When I was four, I had an older brother. He took me in, favored me, spoiled me, looked after me, and would have plucked the stars from the sky to give to me.
When I was eighteen, I got another older brother. He was just as softhearted toward me and couldn't bring himself to send me away. He took me to the supermarket, wrapped me in a shawl that smelled like sunshine, cooked a whole table of food without adding any salt, and was even willing to sleep beside me.
So when Cheng Hun, his face twisted with fury, demanded to know why I didn't hate them for turning me into a consumptive wretch everyone despised,
I smiled and told him,
“I don't want to hate them. Maybe the same blood that makes me love my family has always run through my veins.”
At that moment, my brother's silhouette filled my mind.
“My brother loves me most of all.”
Theme: The purest brotherly love
