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The melodious cry of a bird.

A faint aroma wafted from the breeze.

Her mischievous black hair brushed against the tip of his nose, causing him to feel a bit itchy, but he didn't dare to act rashly.

He stared at her.

Slowly, her gaze fell downwards, following that, it moved closer to her, wanting to press onto her lips and gently twist it.

His heart thumped like a drum