Wu Xie wanted to look up to the sky and scream, but he had no reason. He told himself over and over again that the memory was not important now that the two of them were together. However, he couldn't convince himself that even though he cared very much, he had to pretend that nothing had happened. He always asks me when he will be free, but I don't know how to answer him. After so long, I still don't know the answer. I could only look at him with that self-deception that bordered on despair.
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