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The Return of the God Level Assassin [BL]

As soon as Luo Yan graduated, he immediately got an offer from a prestigious gaming company. He thought all his hard work finally paid off. And he would finally reach the pinnacle of life. But then, on his first day of work, a potted plant fell on his head and he died. Surprisingly, when he thought he would cross the Yellow River, he suddenly woke up and found himself in the body of a 17 year old boy. This body had the same name as him but completely different background. Because the original was the second young master of the Luo family - one of the most powerful family in S City. Luo Yan almost cried. God probably took pity on him and decided to give him a loving family with a wealthy background. He didn't have to work hard anymore. Studying like his life depended on it and pretending to be a holy father just to cater to people. So Luo Yan decided to be a salted fish and just shamelessly sell meng. A certain male god who always bought Luo Yan's meng: Yan Yan is so cute! Why is Yan Yan so cute?? Cold faced on the outside, a cinnamon roll on the inside Gong X Super beautiful, black-belly Shou.

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WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

IT was already late at night, but Luo Wei Tian was still awake. Maybe because he was still reeling from the happiness of the day. Some would probably say that he's exaggerating. After all, a child graduating high school was not exactly the most uncommon thing. But for Luo Wei Tian, it was. Very much so.

Because a year and a half ago, he wasn't even sure if this was even possible.

With Luo Yan being in a coma for seven years, there were times when Luo Wei Tian thought that his son would not open his eyes ever again. The sadness was too overwhelming. Especially during the first few years. Since he was also dealing with the loss of his wife.

He remembered nights spent by the side of his son's hospital bed, holding his hand and praying for a miracle. There were moments when despair crept in, and he almost gave up hope. The guilt of even considering giving up weighed heavily on him, haunting his thoughts.