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Ai Yu's pretty figure could be seen through the window. She was sitting upright in her seat, playing with a delicate red ballpoint pen as if she was listening attentively to the lecture. In fact, Ai Yu's mind had long gone elsewhere.

She sighed lightly. A trace of sorrow flashed in her eyes. Her small hand gently played with the few strands of hair on her forehead

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