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... the restaurant ahead of the others.

Her destination was the school's library. When she reached the library, she pulled out a random book from a random shelf and opened the cover to hide her face in a corner of the bookshelf.

She tried to trace the series of letters on the page, but the content of the book did not seem to sink in at all.

A pain...... ran through the depths of her chest. A sigh naturally escaped from her mouth, her face tensed up, and she bit her lip.

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