"Does justice must prevail? Haha, that is inevitable. Because only the winner has the right to write justice." The man once said.
"'The winner is the king, the loser is the bandit', this is the eternal truth. What, as a weak person, you want to ask for an explanation? Why do you think you can stand here? It's because the winner chooses to let you live. As a weak person, you don't even have the right to choose death."
I don't think he would mind if I called him 'brother' like I did 10 years ago, but I don't want to call him 'brother' anymore. I am no longer the little kid who couldn't do anything 10 years ago. I have grown up. I am old enough to stand in front of him, look into his eyes, and stroke the white frost from his eyebrows.