Younger brother

He just lay so quietly in that cold sarcophagus, expressionless, showing no pain.

It was I who put on the shroud for him and wiped off the blood on his face.

My heart finally began to tear as my fingertips touched his coldness.

He likes to wear red clothes, and he has liked it since he was a child.

I still remember the fall of the year when he first entered the school, he was not as tall as the begonias in the Begonia Garden, and his small body in a golden and red gown was lost in those gorgeous begonias.

However, in my eyes, thousands of crabapple blossoms are not as good as his childish smile with one missing front tooth.

These, he never knew.He will never know again.

He was lying in the sarcophagus wearing a pure white silk shroud. This pure color made his naturally gorgeous face even more beautiful.

I don't know when, my younger brother, the child I love the most, has grown into this appearance.

Like a crabapple that is so weak that it will break when touched, my crabapple, my younger brother, Shan Niantong.

The only taboo that I Shan Qiye has in this life, but I will never be able to say it, he is the beginning of my crimes.

The moment I fell in love with him, I knew I was crazy, and at this moment, I knew that I was hopeless.

When the cold and heavy sarcophagus was pushed up, I could finally no longer see his beautiful face that I thought about day and night.

But my heart has been sealed together in that sarcophagus, decaying and rotting together with that cold corpse, together with my obsessions, buried deeply in the underground mausoleum that never sees sunlight all the year round, fused together On his body, penetrated into his blood and bones.