The day his brother Zhou YingJie died was the most unfortunate day in the life of Zhou Yonge. He still vividly remembered that day. He would never forget that day.
It was the day when something in him too died when he lost his right hand, when he lost his best friend, when a part of his world was snatched from him. It was the worst day of his life.
He still remembered those painful feelings from that day, the cries of his parents, his painful cries. For three days he had not eaten anything and had himself locked in a room, blaming himself for the death of his brother.
It should have been him dying, instead of his brother. He should have died.
If only he was not selfish. If only for once, he had not once again let his brother sacrifice himself for him.
