Probably the story of an adopted son and the son of the family who adopted him
In the glittering hall, the noisy crowd suddenly fell silent, and a passage separated. The bright and dazzling lights reflected his overly delicate profile as if it had been polished by soft light. He was holding the first piece of cake he had cut tonight in his hand, but the shadow cast by his eyelashes had an undeniable sense of oppression. The tone was the usual commanding gentleness: "Wish me a happy birthday, brother."
I closed my eyes to cover the fatigue in my eyes, as he wished. He leaned closer, his warm breath brushing his ears, and the sound was as light as a knife tempered with ice.
"... You actually wish that today is the day I die, right?"
The cream on the cake was so sweet that it was cloying, but at that moment, I tasted the rusty taste in my throat.
Brother
Chen Yuan (attack) x Chen Huaijin (receiver)
pseudo-orthopedics
first person
This article was originally published in Changpei Literature under the title "Shadow Eclipse". Now because I want to try a different platform, it has been renamed "This Adopted Son Doesn't Want to Do It Anymore" and is published here. Both sides are personal accounts
Intention: When ideal meets the edge of reality