——... Like...
——Eh?
Kise opened his eyes, and the white ceiling was even more dazzling under the bright light. He reached out and touched the corners of his eyes, and his fingertips were actually wet.
It was such a long-lost dream, why did it appear again? In the photo frame on the bedside, the two people still looked so close, but at this time they were completely different.
Senior, you should say it if you like it. Why haven't you spoken up yet? Is it difficult to say you like me? Senior, don't worry, it's okay, it really doesn't matter if you say it, because——
Senior, I like you.
I like you.
I like you.
Like it very much.
But why? Why are you, senior... Not here anymore?
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