As the college entrance exam approached, my brother, a top student, fell in love with a female delinquent at school.
For her, he neglected his studies, drinking and street racing with her, claiming he wanted to enjoy the madness of youth.
Unbearable to watch him ruin his future, I told my parents the truth.
The two broke up, and my brother got back on track, admitted to a 985 university, and successfully gained the qualification to take over the family business.
But when he became a powerful figure in Beijing's elite circles, he pushed me off a high-rise building with red eyes.
It turned out that the female delinquent had long been married, but was beaten to death by her husband in domestic violence.
He hated me for meddling back then and wanted me to pay with my life.
He said if she had married him, she would have only known full happiness—how could she have lost her life?
When I opened my eyes again.
I was back on the day I confessed to my parents.