I accidentally injured my older brother's face, leaving a scar. From then on, he hated me. Even his secret social media account was full of him badmouthing me: 【My face and my life were both ruined by my sister. Well, she has to take responsibility for me. The kind that lasts a lifetime.】 【Speechless. Every time my sister makes a mistake, she just acts cute. If acting cute worked, what would we need the police for? Even if she stares at me adorably, it's useless.】 【The food my sister makes is so awful, it's hard to swallow. When I said a few words, she got unhappy and started throwing chopsticks and bowls around. Being a brother is so hard.】 It wasn't until I discovered the adoption papers. That I finally learned. My brother and I are not blood-related. I pinched the hem of my shirt and whispered: "Getting rid of a pesky sister like me has been your wish all along, right? "Congratulations." But he slowly curved his lips into a smile. Staring straight at me, he murmured faintly like a malevolent spirit: "Yes... "The feeling of a dream coming true is indeed pretty good." 1 Hearing the sound of the door opening. I hurried to the entryway, putting on a sweet smile for the person arriving: "Welcome home, brother! "I've been waiting for you for so long~" The tall young man glanced down at me. He just gave a faint "hmm." Then he walked straight past me, into the house. The hand I extended to help Arthur carry his bag. Just hung awkwardly in the air. I didn't lose heart. I grabbed the coffee I had prepared from the fridge. Holding it out to Arthur like I was presenting a treasure: "Brother, are you thirsty from coming home from the station? "Ta-da— "Look what I got for you! "I know you love the iced Americano from this coffee shop the most!" I blinked at him. Arthur didn't even look up. He took it and set it aside. Saying indifferently: "Oh, thanks." But we're siblings. Why do we need to say thank you for something like this? It's so distant... I lowered my head. Sure enough. Brother still hates me. He doesn't even want to drink the coffee I got him. While we were eating at the dining table. Mom smiled and put food in Arthur's bowl: "Our family's grad student is finally home. Eat up." She then asked gossipy: "Why are you home so late for the holidays this time? "Are you hiding something from us, secretly dating someone at school?" Arthur answered coldly: "It's just that my advisor gave me a task at the last minute." He paused, then said expressionlessly: "I have a scar on my face, it's ugly. "No girl would like me. "Don't say things like that anymore." The atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became awkward and silent. My heart suddenly ached. I put down my chopsticks and avoided the situation: "I'm full, I'm going back to my room." 2 I lay in bed. Staring blankly at the ceiling. Silently refuting what Arthur had just said in my heart— I like Brother, I've never thought Brother is ugly. My brother is the best-looking man I've ever seen. But unfortunately, there's a scar right under his eye. Ruining his originally perfect face. And the culprit was me. 3 When I was little, Mom and Dad were busy building their careers. The person who spent the most time with me was Arthur. He tolerated all my capriciousness. And I developed a spoiled and arrogant personality. I always had trouble waking up early for school. He would hold me in his arms, help me wash up, and feed me breakfast. As long as I acted clingy and cute with him, He would get that flustered, blushing look of being struck by cuteness, and sigh softly: "How is my sister so cute..." Then he would give me all the gifts I wanted. Princess dresses, Skittles, building block castles. My favorite person was Brother. And Brother loved me the most. But ever since Arthur started boarding at school in high school. Everything changed. I rarely got to see him. And I knew very little about his life. On a rainy Sunday. Like usual, I went to Arthur's room to find him. Faint sounds of water came from the bathroom. I consciously curled up in a corner of his bed. Hugging my teddy bear, I fell asleep in my familiar, exclusive territory. In my hazy consciousness. A warm presence pressed against my back. It touched me and immediately pulled away. Arthur, looking disheveled, hurriedly put on his clothes. "...Chloe, why are you in my bed?" Rubbing my eyes, I asked, confused: "Huh? "Brother, hasn't it always been like this? "When it rains and thunders, I always sleep with you." Arthur hesitated to speak. He looked away, and after a long while, sighed: "You've grown up. "Chloe, we can't do this anymore, you know? "You have to learn to be independent." I didn't understand his sudden change. I instinctively opened my arms, acting cute: "But Brother said you would always be with me. "I want a hug." The look I was so familiar with appeared on Arthur's face. The obvious "struck by cuteness" expression. But this time. He looked away with utmost seriousness and firmness. "No." "What about a kiss?" "Absolutely not." I had already compromised. He wouldn't even kiss my forehead. This was the first time Arthur had rejected me. To me, it was like the sky was falling. Only one thought remained in my mind— It's over, Brother doesn't want me anymore. I had long been spoiled rotten by him. So, tears of anger and disappointment welled up. I forcefully threw my teddy bear at his face. "I hate you, I never want to talk to you again!" I thought we would make up. Later, on Arthur's 18th birthday. When I was decorating his room with ribbons and balloons for him. I saw a love letter tucked at the very bottom of his drawer. The girl's name was also "Chloe." Stunned for a long time, I quietly put it back. I waited for Arthur all night. But in the end, all I got were a few casual words from him: "Chloe, you didn't have to do this. "I need to have my own privacy and freedom. "I already celebrated my birthday with my friends, you should get some rest too." I thought of that love letter again, and suddenly realized— Brother's world didn't just have me in it anymore. The love he gave me would be shared. My "young miss" temper flared up. Tears uncontrollably poured out. The gift I was going to give him. In the end, I threw it at his face. I didn't expect the glass to shatter. A shard left a cut right under Arthur's eye. Leaving a scar. From then on, I became his most hated person. 4 There was a knock on my door. I snapped out of my daze and quickly ran to open it. Arthur was holding a slip nightgown and a teddy bear. The burgundy nightgown hung from his knobby hand. Swaying gently, it looked especially small. My face felt hot. Arthur tiredly rubbed the bridge of his nose: "You went to sleep in my room again, and didn't even take your things with you. "How many times is this, Chloe Song?" I remembered his previous warnings and tried to bluff my way through. I tugged at his sleeve and softened my voice: "I'm sorry, Brother. "When you're not home, I miss you so much... "Your bed smells like you, it helps me sleep better." Seeing him unmoved. I pressed my palms together and stared at him eagerly: "Please, please, forgive me this one time, okay?" Arthur's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. His eyelashes fluttered, and he said in a low voice: "Don't let it happen again." Ah! This is the first time today Arthur has given me a good look! I'm so happy. Taking advantage of Arthur not paying attention. I wrapped my arms around his neck and nuzzled into his chest. "You're the best, Brother! "Can you wash my nightgown for me too? Thank you!" Arthur froze for a moment. Before he could react. I shrank back into my room like a cat that had successfully stolen a fish. Yes, the plan worked! Just a little trick. And I got the goodnight hug that had been cut off for a long time (ˉ︶ˉ). I secretly made a resolution in my heart. This holiday, I must try my best to please Brother. Make up for the mistakes I made before. And restore our relationship to how it used to be. 5 Dinner yesterday wasn't very pleasant. So, I wanted to cook a meal for Arthur myself. But I had never cooked before. I clumsily followed a tutorial. Stupid kitchen knife, completely disobedient! How did I cut my finger T^T! Oil even splattered out of the pan, so hot... After failing three times. I finally managed to produce a passable plate of green pepper stir-fried pork. Arthur happened to come out of his room. He looked at the messy kitchen. Then looked at disheveled me. He asked in surprise: "...You made this?" I nodded repeatedly: "Yeah, yeah, Brother, I made it specially for you." I handed him chopsticks with anticipation: "Hurry, taste it and see how my cooking skills are." After Arthur took a bite. His expression was complex. He seemed to swallow it down using an immense amount of willpower. He drank several mouthfuls of water and sighed: "I like my meat a bit more tender, you cooked this too dry. "It's not very good. "Don't cook anymore, I'll do it." What the heck, just denying my efforts like that... He didn't even want to give me a fake compliment! My enthusiasm was completely extinguished. Replaced by anger, massive anger! My spoiled, bad temper flared up again. I snatched the chopsticks back from Arthur's hand. And slammed them heavily onto the bowl. "I forbid you from eating it! You're so mean!" I turned around to untie my apron. But suddenly saw in the reflection of the glass. Arthur was staring blankly at my back, revealing a very faint smile. He even secretly took out his phone and took a picture of the green pepper stir-fried pork. Eh? I pretended I hadn't noticed anything. And walked casually past him. I saw Arthur's lit-up screen. And froze instantly. It was a page on a social media platform. His account name was: "Having a Sister is Really Annoying". 6 I curled up in my room. Trying hard to suppress my frustrating and terrible mood. I searched for the account on my phone and started browsing. Arthur had pinned a post: 【My face and my life were both ruined by my sister. Well, she has to take responsibility for me. The kind that lasts a lifetime.】 Someone commented below: 【You hate your sister that much and you still want to spend a lifetime with her? Isn't that torture?】 Arthur replied: 【What else? I even think a lifetime is too short.】 Netizen's sharp review: 【A love-hate relationship.】 My head dropped even lower. It will take so long for him to forgive me... It seems Brother really hates me now. He also posted an update last night: 【Speechless. Every time my sister makes a mistake, she just acts cute. If acting cute worked, what would we need the police for? Even if she stares at me adorably, it's useless.】 I checked the time. And couldn't help but feel very defeated. So when I hugged him last night. It made him that unhappy? There was also a recently updated post. Accompanied by a heavily filtered photo of the green pepper stir-fried pork: 【The food my sister makes is so awful, it's hard to swallow. When I said a few words, she got unhappy and started throwing chopsticks and bowls around. Being a brother is so hard.】 A netizen commented: 【Looks awful.】 Arthur replied: 【Did I ask you to eat it? You even have the nerve to review it.】 The dish I worked so hard to make looked terrible. Even netizens thought it looked bad from the photo. So Arthur's review was actually quite objective, right? The content on this burner account was all about me. Filled with my "crimes." It seemed like everything I did was wrong. I let out a heavy sigh. My plan to please Brother had just started. And I already wanted to give up. It's just too hard... Forget it, I need a break. I need to relax and improve my mood! I sent a message to the person saved as "Meal Ticket." Bossing him around: 【I want to go out and play, come pick me up, hurry up.】 7 Many people were pursuing me. Actually, I had no interest in dating. Because I felt no man in the world could be better than my brother. But Julian was the most special one among them. He looked a lot like Arthur. And he was completely obedient to me. Indulging my spoiled personality. I treated him as a meal ticket. It was like spending time with the old Arthur. We played until it got dark. Julian walked me home. As we walked down the street, he looked at my red, frozen nose and sighed helplessly: "You wore too little, you're going to catch a cold." I talked back impatiently: "Why do you care? "Looking pretty is enough." Julian stopped walking and smiled gently at me: "You don't need clothes to make you look good. "You're already very pretty." He took off his scarf. And wrapped it around my neck, circle by circle. "This will be a little warmer, right?" I let out a soft hum, noncommittal. I pulled the scarf up, covering half my face, only leaving my eyes exposed. Under the moonlight, Julian watched me with a smile. The corners of his lips curved up slightly: "Baby, you're so cute." In my mind. However, I suddenly recalled Arthur's exclamation from a long time ago: "How is my sister so cute..." A cold snort suddenly came from above my head. I thought I was hearing things. But I saw Arthur resting his chin on his hand, half-leaning against the balcony railing. He was staring darkly at Julian and me. Clearly, he had also noticed Julian's face, which looked extremely similar to his own. Except one had a scar under his eye. And the other didn't. Arthur had a half-smile on his face. He asked coldly and sarcastically: "Sister, is this the new brother you found?" 8 I guiltily shrank my neck. But didn't know how to answer. Julian was surprised for a moment, but quickly figured it out. He whispered to me: "You never mentioned it before, so you have a brother." Arthur's face grew even darker. Julian very politely raised his hand to greet Arthur. But Arthur kept a straight face. And turned around without a word, slamming the balcony door shut. I thought that was the end of it. I didn't expect. Arthur came downstairs and stood in front of Julian and me. He was clearly asking me, but his dark gaze was fixed on Julian. "Are you dating?" Julian shyly pursed his lips: "I like her, I'm still pursuing her." Arthur stayed silent for a moment. His tone suddenly became gentle: "Oh—so you also think my sister is very pretty and cute, right?" "Of course." Arthur spoke even more gently. But with a chilling, ghostly aura: "Then have you truly understood her? "You only realize it after spending time with her, that people are different from their surface appearances. "Beneath her cute face is an arrogant, domineering, and spoiled personality. "She doesn't need a boyfriend, she just wants a loyal dog." Arthur firmly concluded: "I am her brother. "Besides me, no one can tolerate her bad temper, do you understand?" Julian was so shocked by these words that he couldn't recover for a moment. His thin lips parted slightly, but he hesitated to speak. Arthur grabbed my wrist and said flatly: "Let's go, we're going home."
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