Chenchiyu always feels that people are just like that when they live, whether they are dead or alive. No matter what, this is life.
Until he met a wind-like young man named Zhou Guyuan. He was a very strange person who did not interact with others and had a withdrawn temperament. Even if he died, no one seemed to remember him.
Chen Chiyu wanted to win over Zhou Guyuan, but it was a pity that such a good person was alive without knowing it. He didn't expect that he would be trapped by accident.
-Let's make a deal. No matter what happens, we can't die without the other party's permission.
-Um.
Chen Chiyu pulled Zhou Guyuan and kept running forward, and the soured feelings gradually sprouted. Chen Chiyu decided on a bold plan to confess his love.
The day before the confession, something happened.
When he woke up, he was in a white ward, surrounded by noisy people. A middle-aged woman was standing next to him holding an urn.
-You killed my child. He is about to take the college entrance examination. Why are you doing this to him?
-What do you mean, who died? How could it be? Where is Zhou Guyuan? I want to see him.
Zhou Guyuan died. A man who had just been full of expectations for life died at this moment.
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Just watch and play with the babies. The main thing is to write casually, I love you (υ . . υ)
Intention: Wild fire cannot be burned out, but the spring breeze blows and rekindles it.