After his mother died, Ming Yin learned that he was not a poor kid from Xiaoling Town, but the real young master of the Ming family of Jiang Cheng.
He returned from the town to his true home, uneasy and full of hope, only to find that he had long since been unable to fit in.
His parents cared even more about Ming Juezhi, whom they had raised for 17 years. He looked innocent and carefree, and even if he was fake, everyone still favored him.
Ming Yin was out of place in this family. He had been disappointed, but he would not force what he could not have.
Except Xu Boheng.
Maybe because the sound of him comforting Ming Juezhi that day was too bewitching, Ming Yin stood outside the hospital room, and the filthy obsession in his heart grew wildly.
He looked at that person's back, unable to stop himself from thinking: he wanted this person to look at him, wanted to snatch away his only favor.
It was a pity that the moonlight was hard to pluck. Ming Yin tried every possible way to get close to him, but kept hitting walls.
Disappointed and unwilling, he thought, clearly I should have been standing by your side in the first place.
Until one gathering, he saw Xu Boheng's car outside the KTV.
Ming Yin was in a foul mood and went up to stir trouble: “Coming to pick up your dear childhood sweetheart little brother again?”
Xu Boheng, however, took a drag from his cigarette and looked at him through the hazy smoke: “I'm here to pick you up.”
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When he opened his eyes again, Xu Boheng had returned to the long-ago past, whole and unchanged. His first……
