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My Promdi Sweetheart [S1: Completed]
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Complete, First published Feb 12, 2022
"A beautiful face will soon rot, and a perfect body will lose its flawlessness, but a pure soul remains as it is." This saying made me realize how firm and strong our inner beauty is; it doesn't change; instead, it stays forever. 

Change is constant, and it was more vividly proven and tested when he surprisingly changed my whole life. 

My first impression of him? 

So out of fashion, low-key, dirty and flirtatious, who is really unqualified for my standards, but we never know when we fall, and we don't know the misjudgement we've committed. 

How is it possible that I fell for a person whom I hated so much? I don't know, but will I continue loving him?

This is your Golden Witch.

-Dein Serpent22~
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