Silent Wheel, Fading Thorns
Language: en
I was the real young master who was swapped at birth. The night I came home, my mother pointed to a red and black spinning wheel and said, “Spin red, and you can make a request. Spin black, and you obediently follow the rules.” I thought I finally had a home. But for three whole years, my younger brother always landed on red, and I always on black. All the cool toys and the sunny room went to him. Even when I was sick and bedridden, wanting a sip of water, I had to wait for his cartoons to finish. On New Year’s Eve, burning with a fever of forty degrees Celsius, I coughed blood, begging my…