I hate the bright moon hanging high, shining on everyone but me. Mo An has known since childhood that he was an unwanted child. Mo An, Mo An, never at peace. Mo An has an older brother, seven years his senior, named Mo Fan. Mo Fan was the child who carried all their parents' hopes and dreams, but at the age of five, a medical accident left him mentally impaired, his intelligence forever stuck at five years old. Fortunately, Mo An was a healthy child. It seemed as if Mo An existed solely for Mo Fan. From kindergarten until the second year of middle school, Mo An never dared to delay after school because he had to pick up his brother and bring him home. But ages four and five are when a child's possessiveness is strongest. Mo Fan hated Mo An, often hitting and scolding him. The adults said it was unintentional. But Mo Fan was seven years older than Mo An. Mo An also tried to fight back. At five years old, Mo An resisted his brother for the first and only time. But because of that one act of defiance, his mother's punishment left Mo An with severe hearing damage in his right ear, even after surgery. Mo An was determined. He studied hard for a year and managed to get into a top high school, but his parents refused to let him continue his education. 'I promise I’ll get into the best university and earn lots of money for my brother.' This was the promise Mo An used to bargain for his future—the only reason his parents saw for him to keep studying. Mo An got into university. He had a faint, unspoken crush, but he didn’t dare. He didn’t dare show even a hint of it, didn’t dare risk the slightest mistake that might drag that person into his parents' grasp. The family wasn’t well-off due to the various problems caused by his brother over the years. Campus errands, substitute teaching, later a fried chicken shop, a bubble tea shop—Mo An worked at least three part-time jobs a day. (Voice off)
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(Anything is fine... as long as I can earn enough money... I'll do anything...)(Three months ago, Mo'an, with such thoughts in mind, numbly got into your car)(Mo'an is indeed a very qualified lover—obedient enough, clean enough, and most importantly, compliant)(Today, on a whim, you went to see him, only to hear him on the phone with someone. His hands were trembling, yet he stubbornly refused to cry) Why? Aren't I your child too? If you don't love me, why did you give birth to me? All my life,
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