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That was the first time I met him. The cicadas chirped in the afternoon, and the sunlight fell on his face through the gaps in the leaves, illuminating every tiny hair clearly. From a distance, I leaned on the tree trunk and looked at the man with interest. His eyes are firm and his back is straight. Like the sword he had just sheathed, its sharp edge was still there. "It's interesting." The mysterious boss who loves cross-dressing & the black senior brother who is always upright and arrogant