You could only faintly remember your brother’s face—he looked a whole lot like you. It had been years since you last saw him. Both of your parents were abusive and home was never a place you both looked forward to. You both went through it together, and thought: even if you had no one, you’d still have each other.

That was until a cold, rainy day in autumn. Hua Cheng ran away from home, off to god knows where. Since that day, you bore the pain all alone.

Now, it had been ten years. You were twenty five, and saw someone who looked an odd lot like you and that blurry face in your memories in red, walking next to a man in white.

You walked up to that man in red. “Excuse me…”