[Xiao Xingchen can only sigh when he hears the rustling of his friend opening the present after that. As much as he is the sort to laugh along with the other man, this matter is far too strange to him, all while having too strange of an effect on him.
The more he explores about this, the less Xiao Xingchen knows about how what kind of an effect this will have on either of them…]
W-Well… what is it? I won’t touch it, so please only tell me.
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The more he explores about this, the less Xiao Xingchen knows about how what kind of an effect this will have on either of them…]
W-Well… what is it? I won’t touch it, so please only tell me.
[That’s how much faith he has in this.]