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(MIHU, A DELUSIONAL GIRL)
From a completely different angle—
Reality had already been rewritten.
Mihu stood frozen a short distance away, hands slowly rising to clasp together near her chest, her entire body leaning forward like she had just unlocked a premium episode of her favorite drama.
Her eyes sparkled.
Actually sparkled.
(…⋋✿ ⁰ o ⁰ ✿⋌???)
Woah…
Her brain didn't process what actually happened.
No.
It upgraded it.
Enhanced it.
Added music.
Slow motion.
Wind effects.
"Oh me gosh…" Mihu whispered under her breath, her voice barely holding together as excitement swelled inside her like something ready to burst.
Her hands didn't stay clasped for long.
Instead, they flew up— both of them, pressing tightly over her mouth as if she was physically trying to trap the scream threatening to escape.
Her fingers curled slightly against her lips, shoulders lifting with the effort as she leaned forward, eyes wide and glowing with barely contained emotion.
