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Leslie raised an eyebrow, as if she didn't understand what Steven was saying. I, standing beside them, began to feel nervous—Leslie didn't know my true sexual orientation. Fortunately, Steven didn't continue with his statement. He took off the backpack he was carrying, pulled out something from inside, and handed it through the gap in the door to Leslie. "Could you please give this CD to her? Just tell her it's a recording from our last gathering as a keepsake... and please ask her to contact me as soon as possible. Thank you."

Leslie smiled and, still extremely composed, nodded slightly. I looked at Leslie's calm expression in amazement. I didn't expect her to make up a story so convincingly, and she didn't appear the least bit guilty.

After complaining for about five minutes, Steven finally seemed to conclude his statement. He sighed and said to Leslie, "If you happen to see Alayah come back, please tell her that Steven wants to get the last song from her. It's really urgent."

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