After the car accident, my foster brother thought I had amnesia. He teased me by pointing at his best friend, Evander: "This is your boyfriend." In my past life, I immediately exposed my foster brother's lie and still clung to him relentlessly. In the end, I tragically died in the mental asylum where my foster brother secretly locked me up. Three years after my death, Evander, who had been despondent, slit his wrist in front of my grave and committed suicide. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the car accident. This time, I went straight to Evander, spreading my arms wide: "Darling, hug me." My foster brother, Leopold Kensington, accidentally crushed the medicine bowl in his hand. The man in front of me had red-rimmed eyes and silently pulled me into his embrace: "Mm."
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