Shiina Raki stood at the doorway, watching the direction Bai Xian had left in until the taillights of the taxi vanished into the night.
She looked down at the lyric sheet in her hand, her fingertips gently tracing the handwriting, as if she could still feel the warmth when Takamatsu Tomori had written them down.
Her heart was still beating fast, but it was no longer the frantic excitement from moments ago; instead, it was an indescribable, complex emotion.
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