The first time we met him, we parted on bad terms.
He looks down on me and I look down on him.
The second time we met, we entered a room.
He was sitting next to him with a leisurely look on his face, while I was busy inside.
It is said that those who can see ghosts are more ferocious, but the fact is that the one wielding the scientific stick is the boss. It was obviously me who should have saved him from the fire and water, but in the end it seemed like I was able to escape death because of him.
But unconsciously, I got used to his temperature.
He has a cold look but always cares silently.
I told him, you must not leave me.
He said, it must be your lingering ghost.
It wasn't until much later that I realized that he was talking about a lingering marriage.
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Why did the author stop updating even though he was sharpening the iron?
Why did the author stop updating even though he was sharpening the iron?