Lin Shen knew Lin Wangye only brought all this up to share his happiness, so he didn’t want to ruin the mood.
He forced down that dull, lingering feeling in his chest, leaned his elbow against the car door, resting his chin in one hand. Adjusting his tone, he gave a lazy grin, the kind that carried a bit of teasing swagger.
“Engagement rings go on the middle finger, wedding rings on the ring finger. You two rushed to wear them on your ring fingers so early—what’re you gonna do when you actually get engaged or married, huh? Stand there looking stupid?”
“I thought the same thing!”
The mention of it made Lin Wangye look a bit anxious. He lowered his head, fiddling with the necklace around his neck.
“It felt amazing at the time, but now it’s like we burned through all the meaning too soon! Think about it—if he proposes in a few days, sure, I’ll still be super happy, but we’ve already been wearing these rings for so long it doesn’t feel special anymore!”
After saying that, he leaned closer to Lin Shen.
“Dad, help me think of something.”
“What am I supposed to help with?” Lin Shen chuckled, shrugging. “I don’t have any experience with this kind of thing. Ask Lu Chengxuan—he’s got the brains.”
As soon as he said it, Lu Chengxuan spoke quietly.
“I don’t have experience either.”
Lin Shen laughed under his breath, shoulders shaking, a helpless look on his face. He turned, grabbed Lin Wangye’s cheek, and gave it a little twist.
“Then that’s that. Figure it out yourself.”
“Come on! If I can’t count on you two, who can I count on?” Lin Wangye groaned, frowning for a moment before quickly breaking into a grin again. He tugged on Lin Shen’s arm. “Dad, will you be there that day?”
Lin Shen’s eyes widened like he’d just seen a ghost.
“He’s proposing to you—what am I supposed to do there? Sweep the floor and mop up while you two make out surrounded by candlelight and roses?”
“Candlelight and roses…” Lin Wangye muttered under his breath, then quickly shook his head like a rattle drum. “That’s not what I meant! Of course I’ll say yes when he proposes! You’re my elder, so it’d be perfect if you were there as a witness. Then we could just set the wedding date right away! Isn’t that great?”
Lin Shen stared at him like he’d completely lost his mind, then spoke seriously.
“I haven’t even agreed to this marriage, and now you want me to personally witness it? You think that’s polite?”
Lin Wangye looked genuinely curious. “Then… do you agree?”
Lin Shen shot the question right back, dead serious. “If I said no, would you turn him down?”
Lin Wangye shook his head furiously. “Of course not.”
Before he could even blink, Lin Shen smacked the back of his head.
“Then what the hell are you asking me for? You’ve been doing whatever you want since the day you two started dating. You never even asked for my blessing—I didn’t know a damn thing about it! And now you suddenly remember I exist? Forget it. I’m not going.”
With that, Lin Shen turned back to face the road and stopped talking altogether.
Realizing his plan was falling apart, Lin Wangye blinked fast, switching tactics immediately. “Come on, go with me, please? I didn’t mean to keep it from you at the start! I didn’t even manage to get him back then! I told you as soon as we made things official, didn’t I?”
He really shouldn’t have brought that up—because the moment he did, Lin Shen instantly remembered a certain page in his little ‘Book of Grudges’.
He turned around, ready to dredge up old grievances.
“Then tell me this—why did you tell Lu Chengxuan about Xu Suinian and not me? I get it if you wanted to keep it from me because you’re my son from the future and that’s awkward to explain, but why did Lu Chengxuan find out before I did?”
“Uh…”
Lin Wangye suddenly stuttered, blinking as he met his dad’s gaze. Realizing there was no way to lie his way out, he just came clean.
“I was afraid you’d hit him.”
“…”
Lin Shen inhaled sharply, wanting to say something, but found himself almost speechless. Because, honestly, the possibility was real—and quite high.
Not just back then—even now he still wanted to give Shi Yuan a good thrashing.
The son he’d loved from the bottom of his heart had barely grown up a few years before someone else swooped in for romance. Now, he was even planning to get married abroad.
Who wouldn’t be furious?
In his past life, he still hadn’t settled the score with that guy for dating someone much younger.
Seeing Lin Shen stay silent, Lin Wangye tugged on his arm, speaking sweetly, “Come on, Dad. I really want you to see it with your own eyes. It would make everything feel so complete.”
Lin Shen stiffened his neck, refusing to look at him, and said flatly, “I’m not going. I don’t want to watch you two show off your love.”
Seeing trouble, Lin Wangye panicked and looked toward Lu Chengxuan. But the main road was busy and complicated, and Lu Chengxuan was focused on driving, offering no feedback. So Lin Wangye braced himself, secretly pinched his own thigh behind Lin Shen, and tears suddenly welled up in his eyes.
Noticing the sudden silence behind him and the sniffly, almost cold-like breathing, Lin Shen’s instincts screamed at him. He whipped his head around.
As expected, his son from twenty years in the future was staring at him with watery, pitiful eyes.
Goosebumps ran down Lin Shen’s arms, and his vision momentarily darkened.
“Alright, alright! Fine! I’ll go to your proposal scene and mop the floor or whatever, just stop crying! You’re my kid, alright? I can’t take it anymore!”
Hearing this, Lin Wangye’s expression brightened immediately, his face lighting up like the clouds parting after rain. “Yes! Then you have to come on White Valentine’s Day. Dress super cool! I want a black suit!”
“Fine, fine, fine. Whatever you say.”
After nearly half an hour in the car, Lin Shen and Lin Wangye were dropped off at Ningchang University, while Lu Chengxuan turned around to go to work.
For students in management, credit hours and course calculations can be adjusted considering real-world entrepreneurial experience.
By the third year, there weren’t that many courses left.
Lin Wangye and Lin Shen just needed to complete their required credits, so as locals, there was no need to stay on campus—they could just commute.
After everything that had happened, walking again through the familiar-yet-strange campus, Lin Shen felt a wave of emotion. Watching the youthful, energetic students passing by, then glancing at Lin Wangye walking beside him, it all felt like a dream—almost unreal.
Who else could go to school with their own son?
He probably was the first person in the world to do so.
After getting out of the car, Lin Wangye didn’t speak, quietly taking off the ring from his ring finger and twirling it between his fingertips. Lin Shen couldn’t tell if he was thinking about wearing it again or leaving it off so Shi Yuan could give him a new one.
Gazing at the small circle in his hand, Lin Shen opened his palm.
“Let me see it.”
Lin Wangye rarely got a chance to show off in front of Lin Shen. Every time he tried, Lin Shen would just turn away like he didn’t care.
Seeing that he had finally piqued Lin Shen’s interest, Lin Wangye quickly handed over the ring.
Lin Shen wasn’t one for flashy jewelry. This was the first time he’d really handled something like this. Ignoring the romantic pink bubble of happiness radiating from Lin Wangye’s smile, he lowered his eyes and examined the metal circle resting in his palm.
Did it really hold the meaning Lin Wangye claimed, given by emotions?
Such a tiny thing, yet in his hand he could clearly feel its weight.
It was more than Lin Shen had expected.
He held the ring up, studying it carefully. The band was smooth, with no unnecessary decorations—simple and elegant. The initials engraved inside glinted with platinum metal. Under the sunlight, it wasn’t flashy, but it drew your eye anyway.
After a moment, he silently returned the ring to Lin Wangye.
Lin Wangye slid it back onto his finger, tilting his head to watch Lin Shen’s expression, his eyes spinning half a circle in curiosity.
“What’s up?”
“Nothing, just looking.”
*
Compared to Valentine’s Day on 2/14, White Day felt far quieter.
Maybe it was because it was a workday, but the streets and shopping areas had far fewer flower vendors than usual.
With no classes today, Lin Shen had just stepped out of Lin Hong Tower after work when he saw a shiny Bentley parked on the road, its bright red body impossible to miss.
As soon as it saw him, it honked briefly.
The sun had faded in the distance, and streetlights flickered on one by one, drawing the night around the city. Lin Shen checked his watch—twenty minutes to seven.
To meet Lin Wangye’s request, he had gone all out today, wearing a four-piece suit he normally reserved for major meetings or meeting important clients. His tie was perfectly straight, his shoes polished without a speck of dust—the level of refinement could easily pass for a walk on the Cannes red carpet.
Even the company staff thought someone important must be visiting today.
They had been on high alert all day, not daring to take a deep breath.
Until Lin Shen left work in the most ordinary way possible.
He strode over, opened the car door, and sat in the passenger seat. As Lin Wangye reached to buckle his seatbelt, he paused, eyes full of confusion.
“I’m all dressed up, and you—the one being proposed to—are dressed like this?”
Lin Wangye was in a plain hoodie, work pants, and sneakers—everyday student style. He tossed his sunglasses, which he’d used to look cool, onto the back seat, and after Lin Shen buckled in, he stepped on the gas.
“Of course! If he didn’t tell me, it’s obviously a surprise. I have to pretend I know nothing! If I overreact, I’d ruin it.”
“That’s true.”
Lin Shen thought about it for a moment, realized he was right, and didn’t say more. He turned to the window, enjoying the city nightscape, and casually asked,
“So after graduation, you’ll be going with him to Sigwell, right?”
“Yeah. He’s held me back two years for his studies, so I have to go with him. Once he finishes, we’ll both come back to develop our careers.”
Lin Shen let out a long sigh, exaggerating the sentiment with mock gloom.
“My son’s grown up… I can’t keep you here anymore.”
Lin Wangye knew he was joking but still felt a little twinge in his heart. He earnestly added, “Don’t worry, I’ll fly back to see you often. I won’t leave you alone here as a lonely old man.”
Lin Shen snorted, but the corners of his mouth twitched into a smile.
“Not bad, kid—you’ve got filial piety.”
“If you want, I can also make time to visit you,” Lin Wangye said, eyes lighting up at the thought of the future. “Sigwell’s really beautiful. When work’s not busy, just buy a ticket and come for a vacation.”
“Just what I had in mind.”
The two of them chatted casually, and soon they arrived at their destination: the ‘Sky Eye’, in Ningchang’s central business district.
The Sky Eye was a towering structure over 500 meters tall, with full facilities inside: shopping center, hotel, restaurants, convention halls, cinema, observation deck, and amusement facilities. It was a landmark everyone knew in Ningchang.
Of course, being a famous tourist spot with great views, everything—from dining and hotels to shopping—was more expensive than elsewhere.
Lin Wangye parked nearby, and he and Lin Shen stepped into the lobby on the first floor.
Lin Shen wasn’t surprised that Shi Yuan had chosen this place for Lin Wangye.
It was romantic enough for Valentine’s Day.
With its natural height advantage, the Sky Eye offered a full view of the city at night. And because it was pricey, it wasn’t crowded, so no one would treat a proposal like a circus show.
Yet, surprises arrive late but certain.
Lin Shen had assumed the destination would be a restaurant by the window or a hotel suite.
He never expected Shi Yuan to reserve an ‘entire observation deck’ at the Sky Eye.
The Sky Eye’s observation deck, towering over 500 meters, had plenty of space and countless angles to enjoy the view. Some areas were open to ticket-holding visitors for free, while others could be reserved privately.
So naturally, it was common for upscale events to book the place: a company boss holding a one-on-one meeting with an important client, wealthy kids throwing extravagant birthday parties, or private parties and soirées.
Of course, renting it came with a seriously steep price tag.
When Lin Shen saw Lin Wangye hand over the registration info and followed the staff into the elevator heading up to the observation floor, he felt completely dazed. Standing silently in the elevator for a long moment, he couldn’t help but mutter:
“Shi Yuan really went all out… Xu Suinian is really something, daring enough to book a place like this just for Valentine’s Day. That’s a little wild.”
Lin Wangye, smiling from the moment he stepped into the elevator, only raised an eyebrow in response.
“Some things are meant to be saved, some things are meant to be spent.”
Lin Shen didn’t reply, but silently gave him a thumbs-up.
The elevator made a few stops along the way for other visitors, finally reaching the 78th floor. There, staff led Lin Shen and Lin Wangye out and stopped in front of a double wooden door. They handed Lin Wangye the card to open it and then quietly left.
Lin Shen didn’t even need to guess—inside, the place was definitely decorated.
Even before the doors opened, he could smell the faint but unmistakable scent of flowers in the air.
Lin Wangye swiped the card, and with a soft ‘beep’, twisted the handle without hesitation. Lin Shen, who felt this deserved a bit more ceremony, barely had time to adjust Lin Wangye’s hood before he rushed inside like a fearless kid.
“Wait, don’t—”
Lin Shen’s words froze in his throat as he stepped in behind him.
Overhead, the ceiling seemed to hold the universe itself.
The entire city sprawled below, a sea of twinkling lights stretching in every direction.
Before him lay a vast ocean of pure white roses. On the floor, on the walls—every inch of the nearly 100-square-meter observation deck was covered. Candlelight flickered among the flowers, swaying gently in the night breeze.
The scent of the white roses was subtle, but the sheer number of them transformed the aroma into something intoxicating, filling every pore. From the moment he stepped in, Lin Shen was completely immersed in this unforgettable, humanly magical scene.
He swallowed hard, utterly speechless.
Roses had always been a symbol of love; he had no right to criticize Shi Yuan for choosing them to express his feelings to Lin Wangye.
But white roses—white roses were Lin Shen’s favorite.
And he had never received even a single one from someone.
Lin Shen stood amidst the sea of flowers, soaking it all in.
He stayed among the white roses for a long time without saying a word. He didn’t even notice when Lin Wangye had left his side.
Nor did he realize when someone had quietly appeared behind him.
Until a familiar voice, soft but clear, called his name.
In that instant, Lin Shen’s heartbeat seemed to freeze.
Today was Lin Wangye’s stage. He had no idea why this person was suddenly here, and there was no time to think it through.
All he knew was that he didn’t want to meet this person in such a scene.
He was afraid he might lose his temper.
Afraid he would recklessly confront them, leaving everyone embarrassed.
Lin Shen didn’t respond to the voice. He stood with his back to the newcomer, taking a long moment to adjust his expression and calm his emotions. He decided to step aside and leave the space to Lin Wangye.
But as he turned, the unexpected happened.
Lu Chengxuan stood before him, dressed in a perfectly tailored pure white suit with not a wrinkle in sight, highlighting his flawless figure. In his hands, he held a bouquet of freshly bloomed white roses, their petals still dotted with dew, gazing quietly at him.
Lin Shen’s eyes locked onto him, his breath frozen in his chest.
His lips moved, but no words came out.
Years of thinking at high levels had trained him to remain calm in critical moments. In a flash, he understood everything.
Shi Yuan hadn’t actually planned a Valentine’s Day proposal. What Lin Wangye had said at first? It was just a ruse to lead him here.
This was a setup. He had been tricked into walking right into it.
Lin Wangye wasn’t the protagonist today.
He, completely kept in the dark, was.
Lu Chengxuan didn’t fully understand how to handle the relationship between the two of them, due to his innate lack of emotional awareness and Lin Shen’s half-push, half-ambiguous attitude.
But his intentions were clear.
They were to follow Lin Shen’s heart unconditionally, and to provide companionship and protection.
He didn’t need any title or status to do so.
He never struggled over what ‘role’ he was playing.
And he had no idea how awkward he could be when it came to matters of the heart.
When Lin Wangye suggested the plan, Lu Chengxuan had agreed.
He had always tried to guess what Lin Shen wanted, but he never guessed right. Now someone had finally told him: what Lin Shen wanted was a promise, a clear definition of their relationship. And now, he could give it.
Because there was no longer anyone—no force—able to stand in their way.
Pick the best time and place.
Create romance. Confess.
Everything had gone smoothly up until now.
What Lu Chengxuan hadn’t expected was that, at this crucial moment, he would have no idea what to say.
Hiding in the shadows, Lin Wangye hadn’t expected this either. The hole in the plan turned out to be forgetting to prepare his big brother a script. Watching the two of them stand there in such a romantic scene, saying nothing, he was sweating bullets.
He should’ve copied a few cheesy poems for him to read!
Lin Shen locked eyes with the man in front of him, watching him stand there, hesitating, completely out of his depth. Not good at expressing feelings, he couldn’t even manage an opening line at such an important moment. Finally, Lin Shen understood what it meant to feel every emotion at once.
He almost wanted to laugh, and yet his eyes were stinging.
Lin Shen drew a slow breath to steady himself and asked softly,
“What are you doing here?”
Prompted by that subtle nudge, Lu Chengxuan finally zeroed in on his purpose tonight. His dark eyes locked onto Lin Shen’s, and without any extra words, he spoke plainly:
“Lin Shen, I still don’t really understand how to define feelings. But if love is the instinct to draw closer, to please, to possess, to protect—to give up weighing pros and cons and do something even when you know you shouldn’t—then I’m sure. I love you.”
When he said this, Lu Chengxuan was perfectly calm.
It was as if he didn’t think a grand declaration of love needed to be treated as some monumental event. He didn’t put on a solemn act.
He just stated it like the simplest fact in the world.
In the corner, Lin Wangye was so excited he stomped his feet, clutching Shi Yuan’s arm and whispering: “Holy crap, that’s some badass love talk.”
But there was no one else on the observation deck, so whispering didn’t matter.
Lin Wangye’s sneaky commentary drifted straight into Lin Shen’s ears. Looking at the familiar face in front of him, hearing the same steady, clear voice as always, Lin Shen suddenly found it hard to keep up his cool facade.
He’d felt Lu Chengxuan’s heart for a long time.
The two of them had always known, unspoken yet obvious, a relationship that was half-there, half-hidden, but from the very start there had only been one answer.
It was just that Lu Chengxuan was so capable in every other way that he gave Lin Shen the illusion that he had everything under control—that feelings were just a side note.
Who would have thought he’d be so hopelessly clumsy?
All these years, and he couldn’t even say the word ‘love’ out loud.
Lin Shen forced down the wave of bittersweet feelings in his chest, lifting his chin a little, wearing the same outwardly dominant look as always, though his voice was rougher than usual.
“And then?”
Lu Chengxuan stepped forward twice, stopping just one step away.
“Will you marry me?”
Lin Shen’s expression went blank for a moment.
“…Huh?”
The observation deck had wind protection, but a gentle breeze still swept through from time to time.
“Will you marry me?” Lu Chengxuan asked again, thinking Lin Shen hadn’t heard. He added for clarity, “It’s not supported in China, but we can marry in Northern Europe. By their laws, you’d be my legal partner, and my assets there would be shared with you.”
Lin Shen hadn’t failed to hear him—he just didn’t understand.
What does this even mean? We haven’t even dated a full day and you’re already talking about marriage?
But somehow… it felt like it was only a matter of time.
All these years, Lin Shen had never wavered from his first choice. He knew for certain he would fall for this stubborn, mute fool in this lifetime.
And now, at last, the mute had learned to speak.
But in Lin Shen’s mind, he wasn’t thinking about happily ever after—he was thinking about how much trouble this would cause him.
He glanced down at the white roses in Lu Chengxuan’s hands, deliberately speaking in a casual, indifferent tone:
“Who proposes with just flowers?”
Before Lu Chengxuan could respond, the ecstatic Lin Wangye shot forward like a rocket, flipping open the box he had been holding and narrating for dramatic effect.
“Ding!”
Lin Shen looked over and froze.
The box was lined with dry ice to keep it cool. Inside were two tiny snowmen, complete with red and green bottle-cap hats and twig arms.
Lin Shen’s memory of sending snowmen to Lu Chengxuan years ago had grown hazy, but he remembered that as a kid he loved building snowmen like this.
“When I first went to Brother Lu’s house, I saw two little snowmen in his freezer. Dad, you gave these, right? Something from so long ago, and Brother Lu has kept it all these years!”
Lin Wangye knew Lu Chengxuan wasn’t great with words, and babbled excitedly, “Those two original snowmen melted during a power outage when they moved. These two I made myself! The old twigs were broken, but the bottle caps are original!”
Lin Shen stared at the two perfectly crafted little snowmen in the box and then turned to look at Lu Chengxuan deeply.
What an astonishingly big fool.
Two little snowmen, quietly preserved for ten years.
Though he thought this, Lin Shen’s eyes quickly welled up.
He sniffed, blinked rapidly, and swallowed hard.
“That hasn’t even cost anything fancy.”
“And there’s more! There’s more!” Lin Wangye urged, glancing at Lu Chengxuan. “Brother Lu, hurry!”
Under Lin Wangye’s prodding, Lu Chengxuan slowly raised his hand.
Lin Shen’s eyes followed, and he saw that after the red bottle-cap was removed, a ring rested atop the snowman’s head. Under the night sky, it sparkled brilliantly, like a crown on ice and snow.
The two of them locked eyes, and for a long moment, neither said a word.
After waiting for a long while with no progress, Lin Wangye grew anxious. The little mischief-maker of the atmosphere couldn’t hold back. He placed the snowmen on a nearby lampstand and clapped with perfect rhythm:
“Get together! Get together! Um—”
Before he could finish his cheer, the ever-aware Shi Yuan quickly covered his mouth and dragged him away.
Once the ‘extraneous spectators’ were gone, Lin Shen shifted his gaze from Lu Chengxuan’s eyes to the ring. He stared at it for a long moment, arms folded, and finally spoke:
“Our personalities aren’t compatible at all. Meeting each other is just bad luck. I suggest you think it over, so we don’t end up bickering all the time after marriage.”
Hearing this, Lu Chengxuan’s lips curved into a faint smile.
“Over the past dozen years, we’ve proven we can handle these conflicts. Besides, I don’t think meeting each other was bad luck.”
With that, Lu Chengxuan gently placed the bouquet of white roses into Lin Shen’s arms, then turned his wrist, lifting the red bottle-cap to display it in front of him.
Lin Shen fixed his eyes on it. On the inside of the cap were two small characters:
‘One more?’
It was like a switch had been triggered in his heart.
In that instant, all sorts of emotions surged through Lin Shen’s chest.
Time seemed to rewind to that winter in elementary school.
A bored little boy kicked an empty soda bottle down the road, retrieved it at the end, and tossed it into the trash. He used the bottle cap to make a tiny snowman, a gift for the friend he liked most at the time.
Later, he tested his feelings over and over, pushing and pulling, unsure of the outcome.
And Lu Chengxuan had shown, with unconditional patience, a willingness to affirm that connection repeatedly, willing to be tested again and again.
The early spring night was chilly, yet Lin Shen’s blood burned like fire, stirring the unyielding spirit of his youth and igniting a boiling flood of long-held feelings. Ice and snow melted within him.
“Who proposes standing up?” he challenged.
Lu Chengxuan, without hesitation, picked up the ring and dropped to one knee. He raised his head, extending his hand to the person in front of him.
“Lin Shen, will you marry me?”
Amid the sea of white roses, Lin Shen placed his left hand in Lu Chengxuan’s palm, gazing as the ring slid slowly onto his ring finger.
The fit was perfect, carrying a subtle, lifelong sense of binding to another person.
When Lu Chengxuan stood up, Lin Shen felt a brief, unexpected flush of awkwardness.
The formalities were over… now what?
In the movies, this was usually when they kissed.
Lin Shen found it inexplicably strange. They’d already done all kinds of intimate things before. There was hardly anyone around now. So why did this tiny thread of embarrassment surface now, at this exact moment?
No, this person is too familiar.
There’s no way to take the sweet and tender route—he had to quickly find a reason to start a quarrel.
The inner drama ended. Lin Shen, afraid that Lu Chengxuan might try to kiss him next, lifted his head and was just about to activate his ‘make a fuss out of nothing’ passive skill… only to realize that Lu Chengxuan wasn’t moving closer. Instead, he took Lin Shen’s hand and started walking toward the exit.
“What’s going on?”
“Xiao Lin wants to eat at the revolving restaurant upstairs. They’re probably waiting. Let’s go.”
“Oh.”
Warmth passed between their palms, fingertips brushing, strangely unfamiliar yet intimate.
Lin Shen followed Lu Chengxuan, his gaze fixed on their entwined hands.
At that moment, he suddenly understood.
For the two of them, it seemed that defining their relationship wasn’t really all that important.
Because the only correct answer had always been this one.
Then let’s start dating from the beginning. Time was still long.
Let’s start with holding hands.
—The End—
*
Author’s Note:
After four months of writing, it finally comes to a close.
It’s truly heartwarming to feel how many readers have engaged with this story sincerely. Many long reviews and thoughtful comments moved me deeply. Knowing that my little designs and ideas could resonate with people is a real joy—it was the very reason I started writing in the first place.
Exposure has been limited, but if you like this story, please feel free to recommend it (☆▽☆).
There are still tens of thousands of words of extras to come. Xiao Lin and Old Lin will continue to accompany everyone for a while longer, so no need to worry.
The [Scattered Sweetness] series will feature daily little sweet moments, set a few years later.
The [Clock in Reverse] series tells the real story before the rebirth, with a bittersweet flavor.
All points related to fantasy themes—like the two Uncle Shis or Lin Shen appearing in a love triangle—will be updated after the [Clock in Reverse] series concludes.
I’m so happy that even after finishing, I can still share some time with everyone.
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