Jiang woke up and found himself lying in a strange room, with dim light and silence.
His limbs were numb and his consciousness was vague and chaotic. In a trance, he felt someone holding his hand, kissing his fingertips gently and lovingly, and saying in a gentle tone: "Xiao Huan, don't run away secretly again, okay?
Pure and harmless × gentle and yandere
A little forced
A little morbid
Next year
Intention: The person who loves you the most is me
