COME TO ME
Marcelino was right beside him with a similar-looking wand.
“Wow, you guys look like Hans Solo and Chewbacca,” a middle-aged spirit with a beer belly floated by.
It was true, the two were a sight. Hans did look a lot like Han Solo, albeit the k-pop version. He was tall, lean and extremely well built with the face of a star. His black hair was textured and slicked back, revealing a faded undercut that accentuated his slim face.
Often, when he went out in public, he would be mistaken for a celebrity with girls rushing after him for a photograph. But today, he did not look feel a star, today, he felt weary and heavy-hearted.
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