She always looked up to him.
Looking up at the moon in the sky, looking up at the love between him and his sister,
Just looking up, her happiness was overflowing, and she didn't want to reach for anything.
I am just a weed on the ground, and I am satisfied with being illuminated by the moonlight occasionally...
He was always condescending.
Looking down at the whole world, looking down at her, despising her.
It was only when he was at his lowest, when he was lame and wet the bed
She was the only one by his side...
(Author's words: This is a sadistic novel, to a very high degree. The male protagonist is a bit self-centered, and the female protagonist is affectionate. If you don't like it, you don't have to read it, but please don't make malicious comments about the character setting. I hope everyone likes it.)