You Must Not Be Your Brother Gb

Pseudobones/Don't fall in love before you're underage/sc/Third person in the text copywriting I should have traveled through time. He was in the hospital when he woke up. A tall, handsome man walked in. He held my hand and claimed to be my husband. No one from the doctors or nurses refuted it, so I should also think so. After being discharged from the hospital, he took me home. He is different from all the men I have met before time travel. He is gentle and considerate, and he does all the housework and cooking. He seems to know my preferences very well, which makes me have no doubt about his identity as "husband". He would take time to go shopping and go shopping with me, and would caress my head over and over again at night, telling me how happy he was. He was so good to me that I often felt in a trance about such a life. I instinctively feel a little uneasy about such a life. Until I found a yellowed card in a hidden corner—— Above are two children holding hands, a boy and a girl, a brother and sister. My name is written on the back of the card, and it says: [My favorite brother is my favorite] What makes my hair stand on end is that there are familiar footsteps behind me. "Ran Ran... What are you looking at?" The man asked softly. Concept: Love is mutual tolerance