"With things like this, I might be giving up too much... Although my eldest cousin is very wealthy and his personality is, well, okay, I guess. He just stays home playing games every day and doesn't seem like the type to cheat."
"What... what? Games are more fun than a wife..."
"What does that mean!"
Han Xiaoyue was incensed by this reality and ran downstairs in her pink slippers to cook...
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It's hard to say how much time had passed.
Wang Hao awoke once more from his sleep, finally hiding the bright light within his pupils.
Some things, a bit murky and vague, seem to have been forgotten or perhaps buried deep within memory, or maybe... one could only pretend to be oblivious.
A girl with long straight black hair in a plaid shirt was sitting beside him playing on her phone, a bowl resting on the bedside table.
"You're awake? Are you hungry? The porridge is still warm."
