After meeting each other unexpectedly three times, we have secretly developed feelings for each other. Is it fate? Is it God's will? Or a conspiracy? You are the king of Rosemary, high above the world, I am a lost lamb, I just want to go home, another world flashes, and when I open my eyes, it is already this life. Three times, only three times, did I abandon you, or did you betray me? What's behind the conspiracy? I can't figure it out, and I don't want to think about it either. I just want to hold your hand and ask you to come home with me!
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