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... Maybe it was seriousness or flippancy but I held her gaze, letting her see the truth in my words.

Finally, she let out a shaky laugh, releasing my hand to cover her face with both of hers.

"God, you're dangerous, Onoda-kun. How do you just… say stuff like that and make it sound so real? What if I fall for you too? Will you catch me?"

"Because it is real," I said, reaching out to gently tug one of her hands away from her face. "I don't play games with people's feelings, Sa ...

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* Ping’an means peace

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