The next morning, a young lady was stood outside my door. She held the eighth rose between her pointer finger and thumb. She smiled widely and passed it to me.
"Congratulations on the husband, I can't seem to get a wife during this war." She smiled and walked away. I stood dumbfounded.
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27 Roses and a Bouquet Woosan
FanfictionA rose per day I missed, and a bouquet to go out on. Wooyoung is a lover, and San is a soldier drafted for the war at a far too young age. San arranged for Wooyoung to receive a rose each day until he planned to propose. Wooyoung was told his lo...
