yours truly
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WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing10h 44m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Mar 27, 2026
They were childhood rivals until life pulled them apart. Years later, fate brings them back, but they are no longer the same. Time has changed them, and the memories of their past linger quietly in their hearts. As they meet again, old tensions rise, hidden feelings slowly awaken, and moments of jealousy and comfort intertwine. The bonds that were once tangled and almost broken begin to find their way back.
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