They sat side by side on the rooftop
"Whatever, just follow your fate." Yu Wu slowly threw out the paper airplane in his hand.
The wind suddenly changed direction, and the paper airplane was blown back and slowly landed in Yu Xingyi's arms.
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Metaphor: "Since I went abroad, my brother seems to hate me."
"I don't know why it's like this. We obviously had a very good relationship before."
"I've been looking for a chance to explain."
"I want him not to hate me"
Yu Xingyi's face was held up by Yu Wu, and he was caught off guard by the intense gaze.
Yu Xing moved Yu Wu's hand away and spoke awkwardly after a long while.
Yu Xingyi: "It's not you I hate, Yu Wu"
"I hate myself"
"If it wasn't for my mother, why would she be missing... I'm like a broom star."
Yu Wu seemed to be choked by the phrase "broom star". His eyes were wandering around, but he spoke softly:
Well, then I hope you hate me, don't hate yourself
Intention: independent thinking