Edward woke up from his dream and instinctively touched the empty space beside the bed. He suddenly remembered that there was a happy time in his life. Every morning Ryan woke up and said to him with a smile: "Good morning, Edward." It was a pity that neither the naughty Edward at seven years old, the rebellious Edward at fifteen years old, nor the flamboyant and fickle Edward at twenty-five years old paid attention to cherishing Ryan's smile. What a smile that was, so light, so light, yet it contained all his arrogance and willfulness. Perhaps, this is Edward's fate? It wasn't until he lost Ryan that he understood what role this man had played in his life.
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