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Knock, knock, knock.
A soft voice ringed out, “Yong Master, it is time to wake up to go to school.”
Inside, a girl was curling into a tight ball, holding the pillow to her ears, as if she wanted nothing to do with the world.
“Young Master, please. If you don’t get up, I’m afraid I will have to get Master to wake you up.”
“Alright, alright. I’ll be out in a moment.” The girl now was sitting up on her bed, her hair a mess, her shirt falling sideways. She still has a drowsy look on her face.Read this story