The year Shen Zhiyi turned fifteen.
His mother brought a child home. He wore beautiful clothes, his blue eyes calm and distant, and he hid behind her.
With red-rimmed eyes, his mother took his hand and joined it with the boy's.
"His name is Bian Yi."
"From now on, he's your younger brother and part of our family."
Shen Zhiyi lived with Bian Yi for three years. He had always loved his freedom, and after starting university, he was away from home even more, often for long stretches.
His social media posts kept appearing, more and more often.
The younger brother he saw only once a year grew up during the time he was away. The only thing that never changed was those blue eyes watching him.
Shen Zhiyi treated Bian Yi like family and always thought of him when he came across something fun.
Until one day.
Shen Zhiyi accidentally stumbled into Bian Yi's "secret hideaway."
The handwriting was messy and scrawled.
Behind Bian Yi's hypocritical mask was nothing but vile words about Shen Zhiyi.
In his latest post,
he wrote:
Shen Zhiyi is mine.
He can only be mine.
Theme: Live well.
