I wanna know why (I forgot his name) the creepy hot looking guy which is their 1st friend helps them out like does he have super power to? Why can he see pur baby? Like whats going on??
This is sp well written. It made me realize I won't ever have anyone love me the way he does. Lol it hurts. Pls continue
The handy thingy he did in the end reminds me of a Thing...Pride prejudice something?
baby that's not madly upset is jealousy! JALUSY JALUSYYYY~~~ IT'S NOT UR FAULT THAT I LIKE YOU I MEAN NO DISRESPECT AUSKGSKSGSKAGSJWHVI STILL GET JEALOUSSSSS
I LOVEEEE LOVEE LOVEEE HOW THEY STILL GET TO BE SO FUNNY it takes away my pain and craziness
that's worth 4 million in our country ahkshskahajss hang on let me start drawing
uploader is catching up to the raws there's a lot of things already going on the artist gave us the family vision we would wish to have in the future. But there a lot of badly translated chapters uploaded on different sites, that the bot could recognize that this one's not complete and fill it up with the badly translation on. Lets all suffer this just for now
Welppp. That was a roller coaster of emotion.
As the first panel appeared, I thought it would be a cute lil manga about a boy falling in love—but then boom. A sudden shift, that was a turn I never expected, and from that moment on ohhh, I was completely hooked.
The story then kept pulling me in, with layers of pain, love, and tragedy, each page more gripping than the last. It was the kind of narrative that seeps into your bones, making you feel everything as if you were living it yourself. Evey panel, every words, and per chapter, it make my heart sink. It was beautiful, in the most heartbreaking way. And as I read, I couldn't help but wonder—would I ever be able to create something like this? A masterpiece so powerful, so consuming, that it changes the way someone sees the world, even just for a moment?
I love to write—it's my hobby, my escape. But when I come across stories like this, ones that are so well-written, sooo deeply moving, my entire perspective shifts. Not physically, but emotionally. My life is still what it was—drained, tired, procrastinating... a sinner. And yet, for a brief moment, I forget all of that. I lose myself in the art, in the emotions, in the words that someone else has poured their soul into.
I have become attached once again, bound to another piece of art that will linger in my mind for days, maybe even weeks, bit ohhh it would burn if it's forever, Same woth the manhua Ogus’s Law. I’ve found yet another story that will haunt me in the best way possible. And for that, I am deeply grateful to the authors and artists who brought it to life. Their work is not just ink on paper—it’s an experience, a memory, a feeling that will stay with me long after the last page is turned.
That’s all y’all. Have a great day .
