"This story is a bit bloody, but I still hope you can listen to it."
Lu Shiba lit the cigarette at hand, and breathed out these words in the mist. The smoke blurred his edges, but it still made people feel his suppressed and huge sadness.
I sat on the sofa opposite him, quietly drinking that person's favorite tea, and listened to his longest story in the past twenty-four years.
I know in my heart that my dear brother's heart will not tolerate anyone else in this life except him.