After hanging up the phone, Kuroba Chage turned slightly, extended a slender, fair hand to gently touch the doorknob, and slowly pushed open the closed door.
Accompanied by a faint creaking sound, she stepped into the room as lightly as a butterfly.
Her footsteps were as natural and smooth as flowing water, each step seemingly falling to some marvelous rhythm, and every gesture exuded an indescribable, unique charm.
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