The first time we met, I was attracted by the gentle curve of the corner of your mouth. You said: "The future is long."
But you are the fiancé of my half-sister Azi, and it is destined that we cannot have a future together.
I thought I would forget it over time, but you became my math teacher. The back of your hand waving the blackboard writing turned out to be so cool.
I couldn't help but miss her crazily, deliberately getting closer, and becoming more and more addicted. In my heart, I viciously hope that you and Azi will break up.
But things went against expectations. You bought a house, got engaged, got married, and in my senior year of high school, which was the most stressful and difficult time for me to study, you gradually became someone else's groom. You said, "I'm sorry, I can't betray Ah Zi."
Sister Azi tolerated it for a year, and finally slapped me hard on the face to punish me, the sinner she had hated for more than 20 years.
I can't stay in school anymore. When I see you, I have no intention of studying.
Go home and review by yourself as much as possible without thinking about you. I can resist sending you messages, but I cannot ignore your text messages and not reply.
After graduation, I traveled to the desert alone. Faced with an unexpected life and death test, I finally learned to look away.
After studying abroad, I began to be afraid of going home. During the summer vacation after our freshman year, we met again. Ah Zi was already 8 months pregnant and you were about to be a father. You and Ah Zi cuddled together in the sunshine with a look of happiness on your face.
I am finally able to expose these thoughts to the sun, stand calmly opposite you, and call out "Sister, Brother-in-law"
Looking at you who are clean and clear, even if your heart is still moved, it can become an appreciation that is enough.
Conception: