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A Gorgeous White (BL)

( An LGBT+ novel) Ending your life isn't the right decision. Moulin didn't believe this saying until he did it. Moulin, a depressed shut-in digital writer, transmigrates into the frail body of a spoiled young master. Unknown to him, he was swallowed by the fear of death. This time, he intends to start a new beginning and relive his life carefully. Waking within the frigid confines of a cave of ice. Nightly whispers of guidance and so much more. The power of unknown origin... An unusual world where special people possess elemental powers and thriving magical beasts, A cute meng selling snow-white fox, A crowd of overprotective people, and a powerful yet impressively annoying person...a stressful Moulin massaged his forehead. This couldn't possibly get any worse... Moumou: My body doesn't feel right...( secretly inspects lower body) Moumou: ...@$%#!!!! An Evil Lion: My love, our bed has gone cold... Moumou: (#ง'̀-'́)ง... Warning this novel includes the following: 1. Smut 2. Gore 3. Inappropriate language Publish dates: Monday, Wednesday, and Friday (Sporadic if I get busy ╥﹏╥) || I M P O R T A N T N O T I C E! || This novel is inspired by several BL novels• If you do not like reading LGBTQ+ novels please avoid reading this• This author is trying her best!• Enjoy! The cover is originally is drawn by yours truly º^º *hehe want a commission?*

Heather_ANARE · ファンタジー
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466 Chs

|| Chapter 273 || Dining With Friends

"I am searching for someone..."

There was a coil of confusion springing in Moulin's heart. However, he could understand the many things he had missed during the years of his disappearance. The people he knew had met more people, gained new friends while he was stuck in the past. But what can he do? The shivering anxiety within his friend's eyes could tell him of the heartache.

Moulin had not experienced their suffering. Sympathy and sorrow poured out of his soul. The people he knew had gone through so much; it felt hurtful. Moulin's eyes slowly dipped to the trembling fingers almost piercing through the brown fabric of the seat.

He spoke, "Who is it?"

Jagra closed his eyes. A sorrowful expression layered his calm countenance like a thick blanket. "I... don't remember..."

"You don't?"