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The room was very quiet.
The curtains were drawn, clouds driven by the wind parted, moonlight filtering through the curtain like a transparent veil over the girl's body.
Lin Da held his breath,
he had never felt time move so slowly.
It was only at this moment that he realized how clumsy he was.
He was trembling over something trivial, one of the cute, black cat-shaped buttons...
Finally, the "treasure" appeared before Lin Da.
"Captain..."
Monica's lips quivered,
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Growth often happens in an instant.
Maybe it was when surrounded by evil Goblins, hands no longer trembling, holding the sword bravely and cutting through.
Or calmly placing a white chrysanthemum on a teammate's grave in remembrance.
Or perhaps...
In the moment the sacred Blood Flower is etched onto the soul.
[Witch Monica's trust level +1, current trust level: 89 points!]
"Are you okay?"
Lin Da tenderly stroked Monica's cheek, wiping away a tear beneath her eyelid with his finger.
