That summer I was tasked with bringing him home.
He held my hand carefully, as if I was his only support.
Ten years apart.
When we met again, he became the "white-eyed wolf" in his family's mouth.
I originally just wanted to find out the whole story, but unexpectedly, I started a life-threatening entanglement with him.
Is he really sick?
Can he accept my unethical love?
None of this matters anymore.
I just want to spend the rest of my life giving him a complete confession.
When an emotional idiot meets an emotional master
Is it a joke or is it sincere?
Conception: