Winter days get dark much earlier, and the staircase leading up to the attic was poorly lit to begin with. Fortunately, the space was narrow and the acoustics were loud, sending echoes bouncing back and forth incessantly.
Sun Qianyue rested her crossed arms on the stairs, propping her chin on the back of her hands. Her ponytails hung down limply on either side, and the soft tips of her hair looked as though they had been tugged and pulled.
Her slender, fair legs were pressed close together, and she looked almost as if she could barely support herself.
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