When I Was Reborn in the Taisho Era, I Met My Younger Brother Named Mu Mei in My Previous Life.

I am an extraordinary woman, maybe I have lived for a long time. I always dream about fragments of my previous lives, and they become more and more perfect as I grow older. Until, the memory of the Heian era awakened. I am a pervert. I have perfectly inherited the aristocratic sense of superiority of that era. Even if I am physically weak, I am still on the road to doing things and never come back. Arrogance, narcissism, contempt, condescension. In the era of transition from my mother's family to my father's family, my position was not weak, even among the nobility. Especially after I unknowingly killed my husband and gained control of the power in the family, it reached its peak. I took the younger brother of the same mother into the house and raised it myself. Looking at his face that has not yet grown and has no gender characteristics, he looks exactly like me. I have thoughts about my younger brother who has the same appearance as me. This is the ultimate narcissism and love for everyone. The large twelve single clothes hugged the equally frail boy. The thin child nestled in my arms. The eldest sister was like a mother, often stroking his hair and pampering him. Watching him slowly grow up under my pampering, and even his personality becomes more and more similar, I feel a sense of satisfaction in my heart. "You don't have to hold anything back, I'm just a lowly commoner. You can tell me anything that makes you unhappy." My doting made him as arrogant as me. The servant who was talking about him behind his back had his legs broken and dragged off. I looked at his plum red eyes. I didn't need to pay attention, just keep looking at me. I will be your high wall and your proud pillar. Time flies by, and the child who has grown into a teenager has outgrown my arms and can no longer be held. The shadow of the man's broad frame envelopes me, caressing his face, and the twisted love becomes more vigorous. He left a kiss on the forehead of the young boy, "My lovely brother, my Wuhan..." The memory stirred up goosebumps, and I couldn't help shaking my head vigorously, as if to shake off all these bad memories. Fortunately, those things have passed. More than a thousand years of time will wash away all the black history. Anyone who knows those things will be buried underground by time. No one knows, just enjoy the present. I simply thought so, until I went to Asakusa to work part-time and saw a familiar appearance, almost the same as me in appearance of the opposite sex. "No misfortune?" I blurted out subconsciously. The gentleman in the exquisite suit opposite looked back in confusion, with a gentle smile on his face. I waved my hand quickly. "Sorry, I may have made a mistake." He turned back quickly and gracefully, missing the trembling pupils on the other side. Intention: sowing causes and reaping fruits