He just lay so quietly in the cold sarcophagus, his face expressionless, showing no sign of pain. I put his shroud on with my own hands and wiped the blood off his face. When my fingertips touched his coldness, my heart finally began to tear. He likes to wear red clothes, and has done so since he was a child. I still remember the autumn when he first entered the school. He was not as tall as the begonias in the Begonia Garden, and his small body in a golden red coat was lost in those gorgeous begonias. However, in my eyes, thousands of begonia flowers bloomed, but they could not compare to his childish smile with a missing front tooth. He never knew this. He would never know again.
He was lying in the sarcophagus wearing a pure white silk shroud. This pure color made his naturally gorgeous face even more beautiful. I don't know when, my younger brother, my favorite child, has grown up like this, like a begonia that is so weak that it can break at the touch of a touch. My begonia, my brother, Shan Niantong, the only taboo that I, Shan Qiye, have in this life, but can never express, he is the beginning of my sin. The moment I fell in love with him, I knew I was crazy, and at this moment, I knew I was hopeless.
When the cold and heavy sarcophagus was pushed up, I could finally no longer see his beautiful face that I thought about day and night, but my heart had been sealed together in that sarcophagus. Together with the cold corpse, it rotted and rotted. Together with my obsession, it was buried deep in the tomb that never saw the sun all year round, fused with his body, and penetrated into his bones and blood.
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