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The slowly shifting sunlight moved across the floor of the dining room, butterflies flitted across the trellis, and the cicadas chirped incessantly.
After crying for a while, Kasahara Asuka’s forehead had turned bruised. Perhaps from exhaustion, she stopped and stared blankly at the glass sphere hanging in front of her forehead.
"Pop!"
Fujiwara Reya flicked the glass sphere against her forehead once again.
It hurt a little, but thankfully not t ...
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