"Ansheng, do you believe in ghosts?" The man turned off the TV, sat on the sofa and stared straight ahead. "Of course I believe it..." The young man turned his head and leaned on the man's shoulder. The strong arms gave him a sense of security. This sense of security made him addicted, so addicted that he couldn't lose it. "Lovers will eventually get married. Even if they are separated by Yin and Yang, they can still cling to each other and feel their love..." The man frowned slightly and said nothing. The afternoon sunlight quietly overflowed from the curtains and spread on the two of them, making them warm and cozy. Depression attack
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