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Letta could only stare at her reflection in the mirror, pausing for a moment while closing her eyes. However, as Letta thought about how, after so long, she had been so close to Marco, Letta immediately moved her fingers to her lips, which still felt warm for some reason. Marco's scent was still vivid, making Letta widen her eyes.

Letta then frustratedly ran her hand through her hair. Why did she get carried away like that, to the point where she didn't push Marco to release their lip lock? It wasn't the passionate kiss they used to engage in; it was just their lips touching each other. However, for some reason, Letta couldn't even bring herself to pull away from Marco. Until finally, a knock on the bathroom door was heard, making Letta turn around as she saw Freya opening the door.

"What's wrong, honey?" Letta asked.

"Don't we have to go meet Uncle? Mom has prepared soup and porridge for him, right?" Freya said, almost making Letta forget about it.

"Alright, then, let me get ready fi
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