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The study room is usually busier during the day, but at night, only a few people remain, the lonely young men and women naturally out spending their youthful passions.
Finding a seat, you placed the book down and began to flip through it slowly.
To avoid drawing attention from those around you, you deliberately slowed your reading pace; at the same time, thanks to the novel content, you found yourself getting absorbed and losing track of time.
When you closed the twelfth book, you realized that in the vast study room, only four people were left, and among them was a figure familiar to you.
She had come as well.
Looking at her back, a faint smile naturally appeared on your face.
It was a seemingly fragile figure, black hair casually tied in a ponytail, dressed simply yet cleanly, without any superfluous color.
Two rows away from the girl sat a boy, glasses on, looking studious and reserved.