Taking a deep breath, the corners of his mouth curved into a faint, gentle smile, imbued with a hint of heart-wrenching bitterness.
"Every time I got bullied, I could blame Mom for dressing me up as a boy, then I could blame the heavens and the earth. But what I resented the most was myself."
"I could ignore everyone, live in my own world, and even if I got bullied, I could disregard everyone's feelings. But Yuanyuan couldn't. From a young age, he had the idea that he was a man and needed to protect his family."
"He always silently cared for me. I was foolish, I was stupid, to choose to ignore him..."
The boy who cried uncontrollably after he died, the boy who wept at his grave and wished he could say, 'Hello Bi Xiaoyuan, I am your brother Bi Xia.' The boy who choked with sobs, calling him brother over and over...
Bi Xia felt a slight bitterness in his heart, "He must have felt worse than me, wanting to get close to his brother... sister, but being pushed away by his sister."
