Short story
After her condition improved, my wife said to me, "I really liked the lilies you gave me last night. Thank you, Xiao Yu."
I smiled happily. "Is that so? I'm glad you liked them."
But I hadn't given her any lilies last night. And my name isn't Xiao Yu.
That's... the name of my dead little sister, darling.
Yuri, NTR, substitute takes the place of the original, mistaken identity. The female lead is ill, with depression. A little hard on the female lead, so read with caution if that bothers you. (There are a lot of elements.) CN fans, come on in. The male lead is technically a virgin. Third-person narration.
Still filling in the essay💩