Ever since moving into this expensive birdcage, Mutsumi's daily routine had been absurdly rigid—
She slept for a fixed seven hours and thirty minutes, performed the exact same body-relaxing stretches under the supervision of the nanny hired by her father, ate the exact same meals, and felt the exact same unbearable hunger every single night.
If not for the diverse knowledge being forcibly crammed into her brain, Mutsumi might genuinely have believed she had been trapped in the same day for roughly half a month.
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