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“Are you scared of being rejected? That’s the impression I’m getting” After discussing about her condition, Lysithea had also confined with the professor about a certain friend. This particular question was bothering her since then.
“I’ll just be wasting his time… It’s better off this way, for him,” Lysithea thought to herself.
If she had to guess, Cyril’s types seem to be goths and cute nuns, who happen to be older women with oversized bosoms, not that she’s judging him or anything, and definitely not jealous in the slightest.
Lysithea was always treated like a child, even now, as an adult. They were both 148 cm. Now he’s taller, 168 cm. She only grew to 160 cm. If she said this didn’t upset her at all. It was like she was left behind. This is why she must worked super hard, to avoid being the child left behind.
Lysithea shook her head and stood up. “This is irrelevant nonsense,” she thought. Maybe she just bored… And that boredom led her mind to Cyril.
“Huh?” As she was leaving her room, she saw a letter next to the door.
“What's this letter all about... Doesn't appear to have a sender written anywhere... This hand writing is so sloppy. Wow.”
"Dear Lysithea......"