During that disaster, he was like an immortal descending from heaven, pulling me out of despair.
In my memory, he was a little cold but kind brother to me.
In my life, he was the first man I fell in love with and the only lover in my life.
From childhood to adulthood, from birth to death, he was the most special and dazzling person in my life. He lit up my dark life at that time.
However, he is also my enemy.
The hatred of destroying the family is irreconcilable.
Love him, but hate him.
For feelings that have nowhere to go, destruction may be the only ending.