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[BL]This young master just wants to be happy!

[Mature Content] Living his whole life in regret and self-loathing, Hirvan took his last breath thinking he had paid his debts by sacrificing his life for his two sons. However, opening his eyes again, he found himself in a young boy’s body. Can he live for himself this time? ******* First day at university: Other students: Ahhhhhh, it's senior Angel! Thank you, God, for letting us attend the same uni as our male god! Hirvan: Oh, My cute little Yuze. Others: ???? During the orientation: Student 1: What’s with our luck? My husband is going to give us a speech! Studant2: Ren MengSheng, my Idol! I can die in peace! Hirvan: Oh, Son, don’t be nervous. Daddy is here! Others: WTF! In a business seminar at the university: Student 1: That's the legend of the business world! Elian Ashford! Student 2: He is the wealthiest man of the year! Student 3: The most wanted bachelor for the past ten years! Hirvan: Tsk, the cheap father of mine. Others: Whaaaattt???

Akina_nass67 · LGBT+
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Who was in Hirvan's room?!

Stepping out of the room, Seung was on the edge, brimming with frustration. He raked his fingers through his hair, pulling harshly at the strands as if the sharp tug could help relieve his irritation. He cursed at himself. How could he have been so foolish, so naive?

How could he dare to hope Hirvan would change his attitude toward him after knowing the truth? 

Seung's lips twitched to a bitter smile, one filled with self-loathing. No, he was a wrongdoer, sinner…

Nothing would change the fact that he was responsible for the death of his brother and wife. He felt the familiar wave of guilt crash over him. His hands began trembling…

Seung clenched his hands into fists, stopping his nerves from getting out of hand… 

His life was a living hell.

How many nights he had woken up in cold sweats, reliving that night in his dreams over and over? 

The look of horror on Hirvan's face, seeing him drive, had haunted him for years.