My Little Yoon
❝The moment Minhyuk finished reading the favorite part of her friend's book, he expected any sign of recognition from Yoon. But nothing came except the silence, Hyuk just wanted him to be able to remember the moments when they spent together and especially their identity that had been lost for a long time.❞ An older Sαnhα is in a hospital bed passing through the last stage of Alzheimer's and the only thing he wants is for the unknown man on his side to continue his reading about a blond boy who lives on the steroid B-612.
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Me chame de Thali tenho 1,75 tenho 18 anos nasci 08/05/1999 sou do signo de Touro , eu quero ser Pscicologa.Animes Favoritos :1- Brothers Co...
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