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Tuesday morning, Miao walks in front, turning her head to look at Yan Huan who pauses, glancing around the corridor, and meows, asking this.
"...I’m thinking about Sakuragi."
"Sakuragi?"
Miao tilts her head, expressing confusion.
And Yan Huan exhales a breath of warm air, walking towards the stairway.
Today’s weather is gloomy, the clouds thick, the sun not visible, and the temperature is low.
It’s as if it has suddenly returned to ear ...
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