Although it should be a happy thing to recall it, it is actually very embarrassing, because I completely remember that before that, I hurt Brother Inn's heart. He himself did not believe that what had happened was true. He asked me to hit him in the face many times because he was afraid that he would dream. To tell the truth, he is so pitiful that I certainly won't hit him. But his consciousness tells.
"I love Brother Ying."
He looked at me and groaned.
"Is this a dream or a reality? I slapped you."
I smiled and shook my head and refused, but he grabbed my hand and patted him gently on the face.
"Pat, pat, so I know I'm not dreaming."
"No, I will get hurt."
I held on, as if Inde pretended to hit his face on the palm of my hand.
"Pat, pat, hurry up."
That action made everyone else
