Life Is a Play

They are members of the Wu family, and their veins carry the same blood. He is Wu Qihao, the Wu family’s most outstanding son: decisive, strong-willed, and ruthless in his methods. He is Wu Qiran, the Wu family’s most dissolute son: moody and dark by nature, yet refined and courteous. He fell in love with him, with his own flesh and blood, the older brother who had protected him since childhood. In the grand Wu family mansion, this obscure, forbidden love was even more unwelcome than a rat. Despair pressed in from every side, and he could think of no better escape than death. “Brother, you don’t love me, and you won’t even let me love you. Every second I’m alive, even breathing hurts. Let me die.” Wu Qiran smiled gently as he touched the face of the person he loved most, pointing a gun at his own heart. “If you want to die, you’ll have to kill me first.” Wu Qihao held firm, just as he always did. He had gone to great lengths to plan everything, and he wouldn’t let him give up halfway.