A short story about a calm dead man who traveled to another world and was broken up by a cold and cute boy.
The day of confession
Bai Lin hugged her gently, intertwined their fingers, kissed Shen Han's forehead, and said softly, "Han, I love you!"
Shen Han muttered in embarrassment, didn't he know how to take a breath and take a rest? A weak response. "I fucking know it!"
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