She had long forgotten, clearly, she was the younger sister, the one most in need of protection...
He was immersed in memories, from the time in their mother's womb, the two grew together, competing for nutrients. He was born disabled, in a cold family, she brought warmth and hope to him, protecting him as he stumbled through growth.
His life had been declared dead the moment he was born; heaven took away his voice and hearing, so she became his mouth, his ears...
He seemed to see that stormy night, a small, frail boy kneeling in the pouring rain. No matter how big the storm, it couldn't break his spine. With lips pressed and eyes stubborn, it was as if he had an indomitable determination.
But in the end, he was defeated by that woman's ruthless heart. When he fell, he saw the scornful smile at the corner of her mouth, gorgeous yet as terrifying as the Devil.
