If the vast auditorium suddenly fell completely silent, little Mutsumi would truly look quite ridiculous—though everyone present was shrewd enough to know that Mutsumi's current state actually contained far more tragedy than comedy, so no one could manage a laugh.
Soyo's mother was dumbfounded—how could this child's state be so uncannily similar to her own daughter's when she had just entered high school?
Tomoka couldn't sleep now either. Could this really be the soft, quiet little Mutsumi she knew?
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