In a quiet corner of the campus, sunlight like golden threads filtered through the gaps in the well-spaced leaves, casting a dappled glow over Matsumoto Sayuri's slender figure.
The wisps of sunlight resembled a gentle brushstroke from nature, lightly outlining a faint golden radiance upon her already soft and beautiful face, making her whole being emit a dreamlike luminescence.
At this moment, Matsumoto Sayuri was sitting quietly on a wooden bench, her head lowered as she focused intently on the book held in her hands.
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