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"I want to go in and see Gan Ye." Ah An dragged his cheeks.

"I'm really not afraid of death." Zhang Lexing didn't stop him, a ghost should be responsible for what he wants to do, and he didn't seem like Gan really didn't have any feelings for Ah An.

Ah'an rubbed his head and smiled, there was no way, even if he was killed, he didn't want to give up on him.It's not easy to meet someone I like, no matter what homosexuality or ghost love!Love is love.Rather than being bound by these things, it is better to give it a go.

Gan is not as open as Ann thought. He is 17 years old this year, three years younger than Ann. He dropped out of high school before he was in the second year of high school. The reason is that he learns too fast. He didn't want to force what he didn't like, so he graduated early and moved out.

He is now a somewhat well-known author and has written several books.There are such a large number of fans, some are loyal book fans, and some are fans because of his good looks, but he doesn't care, he doesn't care what kind of fans he is, anyway, he has nothing to do with him.

Unlike some writers who cater to the tastes of the public, he writes whatever he wants.

He sat in the room, watching Ah An float in through the window, "What are you doing here again?"

Ah An didn't answer his words, but picked up the manuscript on the ground and said: "My dream is to be a writer. I can have my own signing event and have many people who like my writing, but I haven't achieved it yet." I’m going to die after all this.” He folded the papers he picked up one by one, “I like an author very much, but I’ve never been to his book signing, because I want to wait until I become very powerful and follow him. Standing together. But I died before I could."

"What do you want to say, get out of here." Gan Ye's eyes followed An'an's hand lazily.

"I used to want to find someone I love to spend my life with, but I died before I found it. Now, God gave me a chance to exist and let you appear in front of me. I don't want to let go. You can call me disgusting ..." Seeing Gan Ye quietly clenched Taomu Jian's hand, his eyes were dim but he said firmly, "It's fine if you want to kill me, anyway, I will only rely on you when I exist."

After Ah'an finished speaking, he pinched the corner of his clothes nervously, trying not to look at Gan Ye's hand holding the sword, but forced himself to look at him.

"......" Gan didn't speak, he was always silent, but he didn't give Ah An that kind of oppressive aura anymore.

"Gan Ye, will you kill me?" He swallowed.

"Maybe will."

Maybe, but it sounds like it won't to Ann.

Xiang Gan also took a big step, "Are you going to class? What grade do you study in?" His tone turned 180 degrees.

"........."

"You're writing a novel, aren't you? Let me take a look." Seeing that Gan didn't say a word, he thought he was a student who didn't like to go to class (this is also true.) So he changed the subject, he couldn't read before, but now he can understand Yes, I feel very comfortable when I see a room full of words, and I feel a sense of fulfillment.

Ah An published some of his novels on a website.

Ah'an also likes to write manuscripts first. He wrote several thick notebooks and kept revising and revising them.

Some people think that writing is the most original and truest thing written in the first time. Ah An likes to read it repeatedly and then revise it. He thinks that he can find the most perfect expression in this way.

His favorite article was only shown to his roommates, and he died before it was finished and made public.

Death is really a cruel thing.