"Brother, I was just joking with you."

Christina awkwardly tried to change the subject.

What a poor performance, yet even so, my brother didn't notice anything wrong.

He trusted her too much.

After dinner, Allen called my brother.

"Victor, Amy's right hand—has it still not been treated since it was burned in the fire all those years ago?"

I glanced down at my strange attire, forcing a bitter smile.

It wasn't just the burns; there were countless ugly scars from the heat.

Even I felt disgusted looking at them.

My classmates all called me strange. In the sweltering summer heat, I still wore long sleeves, completely covered up.

Like a...