Darkroom Desire

Not biological/not related/not in the same household/ There are two eldest ladies in a wealthy family in Kyoto. Both of them are excellent in character and learning, noble and dazzling. One is a bright and blooming seductive rose, and the other is a cold and bright moon. They are all existences that the outside world can only see from a distance but not up close. Later, one became an evil business elite, and the other became an ascetic and cold professor. However, only a few people know it. The younger sister is the eldest daughter of a wealthy family, and the elder sister was brought here by her stepmother when she remarried. The two are worlds apart and have a very bad relationship, and no one can look down on the other. Later, the family fell into decline, my father jumped off the building, and my mother ran away. The pampered and beautiful sister was chased by her creditor and got into a car accident. A friend asked the professor what to do. The professor said coldly: "No matter." Later, the eldest daughter of the wealthy family disappeared, and everyone just thought she was dead. Later, the professor was transferred to another position, and the wealthy family ended. On a business trip, a friend passed by the professor's house in the suburbs to visit. The sister, who was crying so hard, hugged the professor. The professor carefully wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and the sister hugged her and asked for a kiss. It turns out that it's not that I don't care about it, it's that I secretly raised it. The younger sister lost her memory, and the elder sister brought her back to her. The younger sister also called her elder sister, but it was the elder sister who kissed her ears and called her a wife. She raised that delicate rose that raised its head to face the sunshine and grew, that arrogant and noble peacock. Watching her cry for him, watching her holding him with tears in her eyes to comfort him because he came back a minute late, teach her to love herself, teach her to always rely on him, teach her to hug and kiss. And let no one know. That pampered rose from a wealthy family has long been coveted by the moon. The despicable sister became a bad person and banned her roses. I hope she will never bloom and will always be just a bud. Of course, like all vulgar plots, the rose will eventually wake up during the day when the moon cannot shine... * "Who knew, who knew that the sister who is called a model has such dirty thoughts? Shouldn't sister lead by example?" Intention: Being positive means that flowers will always bloom, as long as you don't give up.