Fake enemies, secretly in love with each other
Is this a case of two kings never meeting, or are you avoiding my edge?
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The moment I opened my eyes, I realized I had transmigrated.
I had transmigrated ten years into the future, into the body of my nemesis and secret crush.
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Ten years from now, why are you holding my memorial portrait and calling me your beloved?
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“Since I lost you, the seasons have all felt the same. Spring, summer, fall, and winter make no difference.”
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Please believe me, author, this is a sweet romance.
Synopsis created on 9.11, screenshot saved.
Theme: Don't be too sad when your beloved dies. He'll be beside himself with worry.
