In the first grade of elementary school, "Boy, I won't be as lucky as you next time!"
This time, it was my brother who saved me again. The strong brother has protected the weak brother since he was a child, which has formed my dependence. But except for my brother who protects me, no one in the family likes me.
My brother is the biological child of my father and mother, but I am so humble. My father's romantic history led to me, but my biological mother passed away because of me. In order for me to live a better life, it became a deep scar on me. Apart from my brother, there is no one I like at home.
But my brother changed after high school. . .
Later, I also changed. . .