Before I was nineteen, Du Ruosheng was my half-brother. He doted on me but did not love me.
After turning nineteen, he became the man I had loved deeply for ten years. Morality and ethics pushed us to the forefront.
We fell in love with a forbidden identity, but our trust and dependence on each other became the shackles that bound each other. We finally came to the end of this abyss of love!
That night, I hid in his arms, and the moonlight quietly slipped into the room, illuminating the secret I had hidden for many years. "Du Ruosheng, I love you!"
He frowned, his eyes were filled with mixed feelings, his body was tense, but his tone was as calm as usual and he said, "Of course, I am your brother!"
I responded softly and rested my head on his chest, but my tears wet the whole summer.
Years later, when I watched him walking through the busy streets holding other people's hands, I realized that his kindness to me could only be a dream. I raised my head and drank the cup of Erguotou. The hot alcohol burned my heart into desolation.
It turns out that the most vicious curse in the world is nothing more than this sentence: I wish all lovers in the world will eventually become brothers and sisters!
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But Du Ruosheng, when you grow from an illegitimate child to a young master, will you still remember your sister who was lying with you in the grass catching crickets under the moonlight that year? Do you still remember that you promised to marry Ranran when you grow up?
I made a wish on the shooting star, and the time was silent for many years. When he knelt in front of me with the ring, I understood the answer he gave.