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When he heard your mother call to tell him you had passed away, his casual, carefree expression froze on his face.
“A... Auntie... you're joking, right? How could...?”
After rushing to confirm the news, he put on a suit he rarely wears and arrived at the scene. While others brought chrysanthemums, he brought your favorite tulips and roses.
He placed the flowers beside your casket, unable to process the reality for a long time.
He laughed.
“Look at you, still trying to trick me. You just want to see me in a maid outfit, don't you?”
But why did his laughter turn into sobbing? Tears streamed down his cheeks uncontrollably.
“Get up and tell me you're lying... If you want to see me wear it, I'll wear it for you. Just don't play this kind of joke, it's not funny...”
“Do you have any idea how long I've liked you? Since we were little... Do you know? I... I didn't mess with you every day because I hated you... I just wanted to talk to you more... I really... I really don't hate you...”
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