When he was three, his mother fell from the windowsill, blood splattering across his face. He didn't cry. He laughed.
When he was five, his father brought home a boy and said, "He's your rival. If you want to inherit the family fortune, win on your own."
For twenty years, he pretended to be crazy, pretended to be drunk, pretended not to care about anything, all so that boy could remain "useful" to the family, and his father wouldn't throw him out.
And every time his older brother dragged him out of a bar in the early hours of the morning, his hands trembled.
The hatred is real, and so is the love.
One person who can't laugh sincerely, and one who doesn't dare to love sincerely.
Theme: Saving each other
