I was originally a poor student who was just idle, but someone forced me to take the road of pretending.
My dear friend, do you have any serious illness?
It's so sad and ridiculous that I was his plaything until the end of my life. My body was torn to pieces after being soaked with blood by evil people. How could I have the hope of having a heartbeat again?
Hey hey hey, that's the past tense, okay? What's the point of living in the past? It's just an unconvinced person writing the wrong formula again. We have to raise our heads so that we can see the starry sky in our eyes. What does it matter even if our feet are in the mud?
Elbow, let's take away his lair!
This is a story about the love and hatred between a psychic kid and two boyfriends from his previous life, redressing the grievances of the wronged souls, assisting the police in solving the case (bushi), opposing the scumbag PUA, and redeeming the soul.
Concept: The flower of love never grows on a corpse.
